I am a soul weary of its own existence.
I ask the Maker why he gave me this body when the soul yearns to be in another. A body i find magnificent in its architecture, a work of God which no human can fathom and yet at the heart of this body, a soul feels trapped in a body not its own. This soul, ungrateful, as any a human, yearns to have what it does not deserve, for each soul is given a gift, a body, the garden of the soul to live and prosper, to pray and to praise the beauty the body’s eyes can’t see for the soul in blinded by petty jealousy.
I ask the Maker why give me this beautiful life, a life i have known for so long that i find myself helpless to lead another. A life i find so right yet so wrong. A life belies the nature you set, the clockwork winding backwards, upwards, downwards and sidewards and yet never in the way it was meant to be. This life, is it life or is it a dream, waiting in deep slumber unwilling to wake up, afraid to see the world with waking eyes. This life i lead in ignorance for is it not ignorance is bliss.
I ask the Maker why give me LOVE. Love that always ends in hate. Love the messenger of peace, the quantum of solace, the maker of life. Love for something not meant to be mine, love that survives for a fickle of moment, a minute of bliss yet a lifetime of misery and regret. Love so real, like any other human being yet seems so wrong, deceitful, misleading. The soul’s eye blinded by hope, the body’s eye blinded by lust, the mind’s eye blinded by ignorance, all wanting to believe that is what love is all about. This is the Love that i deserve, the right of a human like any other, the gift so precious it lasts for eternity. Where is this Love? Love lost, love found, love finding me, love leaving me. Is this Love that i have or is it just Lust, the unending yearning for bodily pleasure, wanting to be loved and cared or wanting to be lusted and craved, a feeling so human yet so alien.
I am a soul way beyond salvation.
I walked the path of sinners and sins. I strayed from the One road, not of pebbles and rocks, but of light and truth. This road i have long left, not completely lost, observing from a distance, unwilling to come near, for fear that if i follow this road of light, this darkness i cherish will be lost for eternity. Loving the feeling of being lost, in a solitary universe not alien and desolate but filled with wonders, colors of rainbow so bright and beautiful, alluring yet dangerous, tempting but at times revolting.
This turbulence, clashes of the soul the nature brings forth and the soul that i have created. A gale so strong it sways me back and forth, at times ebbing, allowing me to dwell in this darkness for a moment longer but at times pushes me to the brink of insanity, wanting so strongly to return to the light yet the mind’s eye is blinded by ignorance, the body’s eye is blinded by lust and the soul’s eye more blind than blind for mind offers no advice and the body speaks only of lies.
I fear the day the end of days. The days of retribution and punishment for all those who walk the road of sinners and sins. For I am a soul way beyond salvation.
I am a soul weary of its own existence.


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