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STORY of the SOUL




Sitting on my couch having my cuppa coffee
When the abstract thoughts seemed haunting me
  Analyzedhow unaware I was
From the angels and demons in me...

My soul languishing in ignominious darkness.
Urging to find the being in me
Did I play any role in the mystic skit by my fellow being?
Or perhaps, do I really exist?

It is high time
I wonder who I am,
Closed eyes; and colours emerged vividly
When the past began repeating abstract,

Battling with the circumstances
Dealing with the catharsis
Helping the poor soul next
Thought I was the best!

Was I sure who I am?
"No! Check again". My will began..
They say little knowledge is hazardous
Back to square one , my soul desired.

Began the journey once again
  Travelling my soul, felt some pain
Running away from the flip side
Afraid!I saw my darker side...

The demon in me put me to a halt
Never did I cherish the nature's laws
The face with the smug
Lowered my head during dusk.


Mystified; I want to return
Opened my eyes, I let all burn.
Ecstatic I was, discovered myself
Had satan and saint inside myself!

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