taking shelters in a body after another
as it travels in the realm of death
the mind though overstays it's welcome in the past
while the present and the future await,
in the journey at the realm of time
for the realms are parallel yet also entwined
the soul flows ahead, lagging is the mind..
entrapped in the bog of memories,
addicted to the comfort of the time that fades,
rebuking the new as an intruder with fear and disdain,
naïve yet obstinate this mind, never learnt from the soul
the soul that's compassionate yearns the mind to see
that every phase and moment there is was and will be
is a body in itself to grow, nurture and die,
the essence of being alive is to leave when it dies
like a tree shedding leaves at the onset of the fall
or like a snake shedding skin when it is indeed time
leave behind the painful past, the embalming nostalgia,
set foot towards the new avenues that await within you..
let the mind experience the wits and whims to nourish
as the soul seeks to satiate the curiosities of its own..
making way towards other people and phases as I reach out..
for moving on and ahead is what this life is....
from the present body to another body
from that past to this present to there the future
from the Mind to the Soul.....
