Walk With Soul

Hustle- bustle of the monotonous world had stealthily taken hold of the grim conscience. 

The days broke mechanically, 

The nights desended mechanically, 

Mechanical were all chores,

Mechanical were all moves.

The wheel of time moved with a dull but constant speed,

Duties were performed in time,

Responsibilities were accomplished in time. 

Everything  was as if in super control and with in time,

On surface Everything was so perfect and superbly fine.

 Almost for decades , as if the uproar the sound of sobs of soul was buried too deep in the earthly gorge ,too deep to reach even the soul itself. 

The saddened soul was yearning hard to liberate itself from the shackles that had crippled it for so long.

The soul was in quest of itself,

Uptill the dawn of the day when it went for a stroll with itself. 

For a while, it was deaf to the world, 

For a while , it was blind to the world.

For a while, in decades it was just itself.

For a while, after ages it was dancing in a matchless frenzy , 

Nothing earthly could hinder or hamper the blissful  walk that the soul had ventured out for itself.

The invincible circumference of condemnation, criticism, evaluation or judgment by the world around had lost all significance, it had then no power, no control over the bold soul's edict.

That day though for a short while the soul had the awakening though it was late

That the soul itself is its true soul mate.

Alas! Outing of the soul with itself was short-lived, 

Since, stark reality of realization was back in its full swing and spree to snatch it away from the sublime self centered path that was then its only bidding.

Yet, it was holding on to the thin hope to again behold that dawn to walk one more time with itself to say what was left unsaid,

To dive deep into its own eyes and to grasp longer, tighter and forever its own hand as nothing is more heavenly than being contended with the one's own self.