DANCE OF SOUL
She walked with fierceness of fire,
Her hair matching the rhythm of her steps,
Her voice talking with the souls unseen,
Her body swirled into an endless beam,
Her eyes captivating deep lovely green,
She was the beauty of her realm,
Making winds whisper into her ears,
As her voice deepened and her hands glowed with light,
She summoned fire,
Taking deep breath of the scent of the meadows,
air and Earth ,were Called in,
Letting the raindrops envelope her like a beautiful dress,
She let water to be in,
dancing with the demons within,she let the spirit be free.
The woods cried with the sadness deep,
For sacrifice of her soul was the only way to heal her realm

Fate and soul

When you go deep inside your head, you discover things.Things which you never thought you will think of. Peeping into your own soul you will encounter a lovely tree,the tree of spirituality. It's roots go deep down, it saps the energy from the positive thoughts you build up. It's what strengthens you. The branches of the tree bear fruits, fruits in the form of happiness. The leaves are the hope which keeps us alive. Your true nature determines the beauty of that tree. In the woods of souls, the brightest of the trees are the ones which glow within a pure heart. These trees are harboured within a bubble of love,care and a pinch of warmth. The tree of spirituality can surprise you, it can leave you on a path totally unknown to you, a path which leads to serenity down within your soul, it can leave you with the tiniest essence of love. Love not for others but for you. In the path of discovery of your own self you may encounter fate. Like a charming mistress it approaches the deepest roots of your tree. Sometimes it plays cards with you. It is then upto you to decide whether to continue the same game or to make your own version. It is then that you need to hold the sword of decision and put it in the right direction to pave ways for you. Fate is not easy to come to terms with. But it needs to be tackled with the utmost sincerity and will. If not then it might be the one overpowering you in your own life. It is not the others you need to look for love, warmth and happiness. Indeed it is you who need to take the charge of your own life. It is you who need to manifest control, power, love and care at the same instant. For your soul is not just a mere manifestation of your self, rather it is a rare jewel, which once lost can't be returned back and the body is just an accessory to your soul. It is ever changing. But your soul is not. Your soul is the thing which stays with you from your birth till your death. It is not affordable, not even by the royalties, not even by the lords. In the garden of souls, fate is just a storm, it comes and leaves. Only you have the power to abdicate the power of fate and take your throne there in the woods.

Immortality

Alone I sit here, guarded by my angels,
In the faraway land of beauty,
 deprived of my soul,
Wandering in the woods of loneliness,
Surrounded by the mystic fairies,
I walk on the grass alone,
The tree of youth stood there,
Looking upon the mortal world,
Who said that immortality was divine,
For what's a body without a soul? 

Perfect

Standing  near the shore and the breeze whispering into my ears, I go back to the past....
Past. A place often visited by the most melancholic souls...
It was the arrival of monsoon,
I was sitting by the sea side lying beside the most perfect guy on this whole world. He was just perfect.. The sun rays fell on his perfect face exposing  the lines on his forehead. The weather was perfect and it was about to rain. He kissed my cheeks with the gentlest touch. His voice almost drowning me into the deep ocean of magic. I slept on his lap,the most comfortable place to be on this earth. He sang his usual lullaby.... It tranquillized me and I feel into a sweet sleep. My eyes opened and there was Noone. I was alone by the sea lying down on the cold sand. He was no where. I cried till the skies started to pour and then the tears merged with the raindrops. My mom came from behind and whispered in my ears "it's time to go sweetie." I was heartbroken again. The melancholy engulfed me once more. And my body felt numb. I asked my mom "wasn't he perfect mom?why did he ever leave us?"
My mom just smiled and said-"Yes honey. Your dad was perfect. I miss him too"
We fell silent and in some distant land a lullaby echoed. 

"Cristiana, Steve what are you guys up to?"  mother yelled. "mom, Cristiana stole my book again"  I said. "He is lying mom" - as usual Cristiana defended herself. Self defence was an art she learnt to excel in over the years gradually. "very well" I stormed out of the house with anger. I went in our backyard and sat on the swing  pondering over the fact that my life is Hell. A crow sat there on the branch of the old oak.Soon it started to rain. Heavy raindrops started hitting me as if to take revenge of the past. I reluctantly sat there and somehow it felt good to sit there without Cristiana by my side. Suddenly I thought i saw a shadow lurking by the corner of the backyard. I ran towards it but there was nothing to be seen. I need some serious sleep I thought to myself and let it pass. Then I heard Cristiana scream. I ran towards the house and saw that Cristiana's door was locked. She was crying continously for help. Mother and I were standing helplessly looking for a way to save her. I somehow managed to break the door open. Cristiana was lying there on the floor. She was cold and her body was numb. We asked her what happened but all she said was-"She is coming, she is coming ". I and mother sat there cluelessly and mother asked me to call the doctor. As soon as I stood up, Cristiana grabbed my hand and said-" It was not your sister who stole your book. It was me and now I will steal everything that is left with you including your soul".Cristiana had a sinister look in her eyes. "who are you?"  I asked her.
"I am your sister"  She replied.
"you can't be my sister" - I replied.
 "I was your sister in past life and you killed me. Now I have come to take my revenge." - she whispered in my ears. I felt cold and then was when I realized that your past always haunts you. It was the past in the form of lingering shadows. It was past in the form of my nightmares. And it is still the past in my sister which has come to ruin me yet again.
"Steve wake up, wake up kid you are late for your school "-my mom woke me up. I sat still on my bed wondering if the dream was real or this was a dream. Mom asked me to get ready and as I was leaving my home for school I heard a sound behind me." Are you ready Steve ". Cristiana was standing there with a smirk on her face and I knew in that instant that my past never left me. It will haunt me forever.