trapped in a pose

the pose perfect,
affectation at its best,
somewhere on way , a search ensued..
lost in t haze was someone I knew…
my eyes strained, for t effort was in vain …
searching for t vestige of the mortal remains,
of a person ,cut above the rest…
the pose perfect,
affectation at its best,
the search stopped,
for I could not drop the pose ,to reclaim my lost self ..............