The lost soul
Like a fluff of cotton,
A soul wanders in aeon,
Listening not talking,
Soaring but not flying,
Perceiving not seeing,
Feeling but immovable,
Famous yet unknowable,
With the wind it rides,
Stopping when rain strikes,
Gathering dust and moisture,
It gets heavy and sinks lower,
In hands of a small kid divine,
It gets caught in time,
Then it’s put to use,
To caress, to amuse,
It wonders, “Is that all there is to life,
Or is there anything more sublime?”
In wandering its life lies,
Its lies it defies,
In defying it learns to surmise,
Surmising it discovers life,
Confused yet knowingly it smiles,
Searching for answers it dies...
Like a fluff of cotton,
A soul wanders in aeon,
Listening not talking,
Soaring but not flying,
Perceiving not seeing,
Feeling but immovable,
Famous yet unknowable,
With the wind it rides,
Stopping when rain strikes,
Gathering dust and moisture,
It gets heavy and sinks lower,
In hands of a small kid divine,
It gets caught in time,
Then it’s put to use,
To caress, to amuse,
It wonders, “Is that all there is to life,
Or is there anything more sublime?”
In wandering its life lies,
Its lies it defies,
In defying it learns to surmise,
Surmising it discovers life,
Confused yet knowingly it smiles,
Searching for answers it dies...
Cheers ! You peeked in my soul with this poem...
ReplyDeletewell...thts quite something to say...and i meant no intrusion by any means;)...thanks a lot for ur comments
ReplyDeletenice work comin from ur pen girl(m i lost in sub. in nos.) i m a fan now...
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