Once there was this soul
that wandered aimlessly

that soul, was a product
of easy living and naive breathing
walking through paths less traveled
taking advice from the here and there

that soul, was a conclusion
of the picture perfect being
striving to complete the straight A
attitude it has always maintained

That soul always clung to passer-bys
for fear of being a lonely wanderer
that soul needed the comfort of another

Until one day, there was this hammer
that was hitting that bubble surrounding this
body-less aura, that hammer
redundantly kept hitting that fragile cover
as the cracks crept from all angles, it eventually broke

The soul was released from confinement
it was left to wander and wonder
it was alone, escaped that comfort of its own inflicted
cover bubble

It left that space like incense smoke
swirling with the wind, creating art out of nothing
generating amusement as it left that burning stick
with a beautiful scent, leaving behind the ashes
of the cold fragrant stick, wilting

Now what?

As it curled and swirled
it expanded its horizons to a bigger bubble
a bubble of no boundaries
It escalated to the euphoric highs of freedom
and it sometimes deterioted to the lingering feelings that
once reminded it of that silly fragile bubble, it once called home

As it weightlessly flew through that bigger horizon
it stumbled on lost body, wandering the face of the earth
it felt familiar, the soul looked closely, that body was empty
broken burnt, effaced from all things that reflected its true beauty
to the outer world

As that body inhaled a breath of fresh air
the soul entered it with no thoughts
the soul fell in love with it
that feeling of love at first sight
driving the soul to insanely and spontaneously
become one with that body
the soul nestled beautifully
and slowly realized that this is home

The body, glowed it felt alive again
It has found sanctuary within itself again

It felt beautiful all on its own
It felt powerful

It was just the antidote
to those empty lifeless eyes
it felt like all  it needed

was breath of fresh air

to revive that once wild spirit
to give light to the world it had
hidden behind those eyes
that rib cage
and that damn thick skin

and the soul, oh the soul

it felt more at home
than ever
it has found its




One of those days..

You left home and thought you grew
You met so many people and around the world you flew

You laughed with some and dined with others
You worked so hard and and sometimes you were even saddened

You loved many with all your heart and hugged a few
You felt for some and others didn’t really deserve a bit of you

At some point, after the world you rotated
The paths guide you back
Back home, the basis of comfort and fortress of emotions

You sit and cuddle in your own space
With the sun rays your fingers shadow dance
You close your eyes and bask under the glory of you
Comfort fills you from head to toe, like a cigarette in the morning dew
Inner strength surfaces weightlessly like lilly in a sleeping pond

With no one around to judge you, you see clearly
You feel differently and happily you giggle,
Alone indeed, there is no greater power than the adventure you go on with your thoughts
No restrictions, no laws, no wrongs and no rights
Just thoughts woven colorfully making a quilt of illusions whose creator is YOU!
It is hot, I am on the balcony, it’s breezy and I let my thoughts dance with me
Let my thoughts BE on one of those days!

Woman in bed sheets!

Woman in bed sheets!