My Soul..
Untraceable,
between the capricious extremes of mood,
among the fluctuating variations of life,
Something,that I call precious, lives..
Lost,
in the mystifying mazes of time,
on the universal path to Death,
Something, that I call precious, lurks..
Living,
with the omnipresent confusions of the heart,
in the delirious illusions of the mind,
Something, that I call precious, slowly dies..
Something that means
nothing to you &
everything to me..
It is something,
that I can't explain,
& you can't understand..
Its my Soul..
between the capricious extremes of mood,
among the fluctuating variations of life,
Something,that I call precious, lives..
Lost,
in the mystifying mazes of time,
on the universal path to Death,
Something, that I call precious, lurks..
Living,
with the omnipresent confusions of the heart,
in the delirious illusions of the mind,
Something, that I call precious, slowly dies..
Something that means
nothing to you &
everything to me..
It is something,
that I can't explain,
& you can't understand..
Its my Soul..
Comments
I like how you laid emphasis on certain words...
:-)
awesome work yaar.
cheers..
loved the line which says that it means nothing to you and everything to me...
was glad that i revisited
BUt glad to be back.
Will read all others too.
Whatsup with ya?
Keshi.