Stories woven through verses
An identity, faceless and nameless speaks.
A bundle of mystery,
If lucky, you shall discover her.
You shall discover yourself too.
Presenting 'The Soul's Poetry'
Who am I? I am nameless but I have an identity. The body I once wore had names many, The bodies discarded before had deeds many. Who am I? Ask this to yourself too And let your heart guide you.
Let my words be a whisper, Allow them to be a narration. Fascinate yourself by stories Created by you and me. Words I string if touch you Then you shall hear me everywhere. From streams to meadows to stars You shall hear me everywhere. I am a part of you too!
Imagination is a river, Let it flow. But don't rush. You might confuse yourself. Slowly merge with the sea. Slowly merge with Him. Wait a little more to find Him, To find yourself. Magic is true. It has always been.
The story I shall narrate Let your imagination flow. Let the visions cloud you for a little while. You shall see magic too Just like her.
Who is 'her'? She is my friend, The medium to interact with the world, My companion. This is her story as well as mine. But be aware!
Words shall be strung on a thread. But the beads might not be ordered, For sometimes scattered pieces become an abstract art. We both are abstract. She, the body and I, the soul. And thus shall start my poetry,
'The Soul's Poetry!'
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