I am Mona Lisa;
Da Vinci's once-lost
Masterpiece
And his most-found
Mundane.
The wholesome woman,
And the winsome wonder, to watch—to.
The high-hung
And the held-high, to hail—to.
The mastery of elite minds.
And
The mystery of eclectic kinds.
Much of my forever will be of mine,
More of my forever will be of yours,
Most of my forever will be of others,
But
I shall still be mysterious;
Musing and magnifying
Into the strangest of smiles.
But
I shall still be serendipitous;
Seizing and stupefying
Into the sharpest of strokes.
Much of my forever will be of mine,
More of my forever will be of yours,
Most of my forever will be of others,
But
I shall still be prosperous;
Pleasing and promising,
Into the clumsiest of thoughts.
But
I shall still be torturous;
Teasing and tormenting,
Into the clearest of tongues.
Much of my forever is yet to be of mine,
More of my forever is yet to be of yours,
Most of my forever is yet to be of others.
Yet,
I was the one,
You had been gathered for—relentlessly.
And
You had been scattered to—restlessly.
You have been objected for—seamlessly.
And
You have been subjected to—selflessly.
And Yet,
I will be the one,
You will be spellbound to—timelessly.
And
You will be hellbound for—tirelessly.
Much of my forever is yet to be of mine,
More of my forever is yet to be of yours,
Most of my forever is yet to be of others.
And yet again
I am still
The same one ;
Never to be spoken—aloud.
Never to be suppressed—among.
Ever to be hidden—ahead.
Ever to be haunted—around.
I behold "now",
And
This "now" has never existed.
I belong "now",
And
This "now" has never been exhausted.
