Perched Soul

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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

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