Questioning identity

Why am I what am I today.

A woman whose substance is missing 
In the life’s labyrinth encountering.

A woman who has everything but still feels vacuous.

Why the feeling of listlessness which dilutes my creativeness.

I am losing myself in the prosaic existence.

Why am I perpetually viewed as a woman of glamour quotient!

The why’s in my life, the elusive answers propels me for a quest.

But still I am lost...making my present a ghost.

Trying to decipher the woman in me, but then again everything can’t be seen...only felt.

And my search goes on.

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