A Wandering Soul

A wandering soul
Often misleaded
In the fury of its anonymous passions
Or should I say impatience?
Digresses
Into an inflaming world
Itching its heart -
A place where it fails to reach
Once drifted...

Its hard to take controlof the uncontrollable
In a situation
Forced by destiny
Which for him
Is a blinking disbelief

Yet it believes
That their would be a day
When the sun would rise for him
But he fears
If its the west
Where he is facing

With emotion in its eyes
And belief in the unreal
And unexpected future
It forgets about the east
Conveniently

And extends its hands
Backwards
To sense the known and non-existent
Hand of love
Invain...

Exhausted it sits down
Head between knees
Losing it all

It is then that love emerges
From within
Surounds it
And rotates
The Earth...
The rising sun
Cuts through the haze
And the soul is caught
In a gaze
It has long forgotten...

Its hands
Stretch to catch it
When it senses
The engulfment
Of its self
In the solar energy of an emotion called - LOVE

The wandering soul
Then disintegrates
In a single fragment
And drops down
On the palm of the ever expected
To seek Eternal Solace