Soul’s Mate: Body
A promise made with the Heavens
To be back home when it is time,
At the call of a funeral bell!
This mandatory break up is inevitable,
Pertaining to a predefined destiny!
Isn't this the so-called God's Plan?
A start of the forlorn nomadic life
At the cost of all the memories shared!
What a pathetic parting!
It wanders off to the places,
Unseen for a while until final call!
Yes, the Soul is living!
While its Mate is decaying down the dark abyss.
What an irony can be this painful!
But the soulful search resumes,
Driven by an intense feeling of missing,
To find the Soul's Mate!
Sadly, its presence is an unheard silence
For the Mate to feel!