The Embodiment Of My Soul

The Embodiment Of My Soul short poem

I ventured to find within myself for years long,
I looked deep into the abyss of my darkened heart
In search of “The Soul”,
The biggest puzzle of my life!
I struggled to know the one who’s there
Hidden under the wraps of my flesh,
Who’s the one that keeps my nerves alive?
Despair, abhor and fear
Filled the rim of my tender heart.
The waves of loneliness splashed
Lost in a loop of loss and gain
It returned with empty hands
But came back again!
One starry night just as my tears were
On the verge of outburst..
From within came an enchanting tune of a hypnotic song
The squall calmed down fast
To make way for the glorious being
Love it was!

Long and sleek.. with tender cheeks,
Sharp nose and soft curvy lips,
Eyes full of mystery
An awestruck me!
The silhouette left me wondering about my existence in totality
It was no more than a tangible enigma
It is you, the embodiment of my soul!

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stupendous man

“Hidden under the wraps of my flesh,
Who’s the one that keeps my nerves alive?”

One cannot more elaborately paint a picture of searching for the soul within ourselves! The charioteer of our body! Who knows the mysterious ways it reasons and loves!

Most intricately woven words, sings the despair of the broken soul, I hope which has found peace by now!


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