Friday, March 19, 2010


This a pilgrim soul

Searching Love, Peace and Mirth

It’s held captive in the morning sunshine

How it shrinks in the twilight

This soul weighed down by so many questions

Which cannot be surpassed?

Where will it meet the answers?

In heaven or in hell?

While in heaven it blooms like a flower

In hell it slithers like a serpent…..

Like Prufrock's, it lies in fragments

Its voice dimly sane turns insane in no time

Its fate is like that of a vagabond

It wanders from place to place

From heaven to hell

From earth to sky

From fire to water

In search of Love, Peace and Mirth…..


  1. Loved the wandering thoughts.
    Keep writing.

  2. thoughtfully written, the soul searching experience is well etched.
    The red fonts were it by design or default ?
    If by default - then at least for me, it was hurting the eye.
    If by design - then maybe somewhere it connected with the pain the soul goes through.

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  4. echoes Sartre in some ways, existential neurosis is the bane of the intellect. The discerning mind will never find peace.
    keep writing, beautiful piece....