My Instinct Poem by Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

The shapeless and formless image
That caught in your eyes
Is me, an invisible ghost. Identified me?
Are you ever aware of
my living in the planet?

Really I exist in you -
Your exact likeness indeed.

In the transparencies of the ocean
In blues of the sky
In the chills of the breeze
In the burns of the flames
Pierce your inner eyes deeply
As you come across the mirror –
The same eyes of yours that looked me
Is staring unblinkingly at you.

Is it only your spitting image?
No. It’s me indeed.

Only this much difference -
You’ve breath
But I’ve not.

March 25th.2005