“Why do I have the curse of sensing rotten human souls? Devouring me till time takes its revenge on me, and I sleep restless in a murky and shallow world full of souls, dying.”
It was dark. I could feel my heartbeat getting slow. I felt numb. I was swimming into the shadowy realms of mind.
I heard the voices, calling out, “Where are you? YOU HEARD ME. Let’s have some fun. Sit down and let’s talk. Get out of here.”
Sitting at my chair and staring at my table laid with my soul searching cards, I was finding the answers. One, two, three…no more. I was laying myself down for others to find truce with their future.
I came across many faces, many minds, many demons. That’s when I slowly woke up and heard it within me, “Hold my hand. We are moving.”
Walking towards the pool, I never realised I was walking towards my freedom. My moksh.
I dipped. It was dark. I could feel my heartbeat getting slow. I felt numb.
And I slept calmly, away from the murky and shallow world full of souls, dying.
3 comments:
Hi,
Interesting post. No wonder this is your last post :-)
I am intrigued by the picture. Is that the picture of souls dying? :-)
Cheers,
Salil
thought or reality
it's a thin line between my thought and reality
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