“What if the soul could detached and refuse to connect to a ruminating self. Then, would we stop self-loath.
Is there still too much noise deflecting intrinsic wisdom?
Is it the mere fault of focus that is stuck on deliverance and ignore soul’s guidance?”
This morning,
The soul left self,
It felt contained, I guess,
I professed emptiness,
Then, I saw ‘It’
Perched on neighbor’s roof,
looking up,
missing home,
Drenched in blue,
Absorbing clues
Far, so far;
The body with scars
It rebels,
Doesn’t own its shame and guilt,
Stays blinded to its built,
And yet, it yearns to invite,
To staithe sombre
To complete;
‘Soul’
Formidable and forgiving,
It returns with a smile
With a wink from divine
We wait together,
My soul and I,
We still play,
our endless games
None is ready,
to give up the chase, YET…..
Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 