Entangled In Grief-Stricken Questions


Soon the autumn will come
And the winter too
As I lay counting my days
I wonder, will this autumn be my last season?
Yet I long for winter and spring too,
Will my dying day be happy as I am now?
Yet I long for sunshine and moonshine too.
Will I be able to face death?
Yet I long for more years and immortality too.
Will my soul reincarnate after I go?
Yet I wish but hate this life too.
Will I be paid for my deeds in eternity?
Yet I don’t believe in superstitions.
Will I be welcomed in heaven?
Though nobody has seen heaven and hell.
These questions are mysteries
And I’m entangled in grief
Searching for the answers !!

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The Soul Within Me

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A wayfarer, a wanderer;

Hankering for something unattainable,

Irresistible my soul.

Sometimes…

My soul flies across the horizon

with the shapes of the clouds

And I try to draw a figure.

It looks down upon the jagged rocks

And flows with the river.

My soul, an itinerant musician;

Singing songs of sufferings;

Telling stories of downtrodden.

Foreshadowing tomorrow’s uncertainty.

My soul,dumb speaker and deaf listener.

My soul, wave in the ocean.

A traveller in the luminary world.

A conqueror of the universe.

A roisterer in the busy world.

My jaded soul,a dreamer.

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