My Restless Soul
What ignites in me, is that your light?
Having maybe worn many skins though various births
here I am, again still questioning my being ~ my might.
Is there any God…? I ruminate often.
And what about the soul?
They say the soul never dies, takes rebirth multiple times.
How do they know that?
Has anyone tracked a soul from behind?!
These doubts cloud the sageness of my modest mind…
What’s my origin?
Or is there any origin at all?
What’s my purpose? Who am I?
Am I just dragging my aimless carcass?
Oscillates between an agnostic and a believer
To no cast and to no religion I belong,
Isn’t it futile to sing any race song?
Bemused by ideologies of some know-it-all men
Searching scouting scooting
This restless soul of mine
will take its own little time
To find its roots and space to rhyme.
So, till then, let this distinctive taste run through my veins
this sanguine taste of my past.
As the grey in my hair lordly yet subtly shine;
proudly blithe just like the fine lines under my eyes.
My eyes fit as a fiddle to look beyond what life reveals.
I am full of everything and nothingness at the same time.
What ignites in me, is that your glow?
I shall be silently searching for that little lucent light.
that kept me restless eons ago and even so tonight.