Writhing in pain,screaming in dark,
My soul being clasped in mysery
Desperately trying to free itself,
From the clenches of agony gripping my soul
Thrawling away in momentary pleasures,
Searching for perfections,which really are fictious.
The mind never stops its fight over a soul,
weak enough to be enslaved.
The conflict persists between the,
soul-blessed with love,honesty and simplicity &
mind-with a cache of deception,disdain
and excessive ambitions,
lured easily by luxury,misgivings and myths..
The struggle continues..until finally,
my soul stops enduring the conflict.
Surrenders itself,defeated and tormented..
The darkness envelops,
the shackles too bind strongly.
The deceptive mind,convinced,
being powerful & successful,
Ignores the bleeding soul,
immured,agonising,crying for help,
trying in vain to knock sense.
Years pass,I succeed materialistically,
yet, I remain miserable,unable to appease,
the desires of my perceptions.
Then,I remember,the moment,
I had let my soul lose the conflict
The soul- which I had,
long since imprisoned away,in darkness
with chains soo strongly bound,
that are too late to be unleashed..
I regret now, in deep anguish,
for ignoring my soul,
which otherwise would have,
given me its blessings.
I realise now,surrounded by darkness,
bound in shackles,
The mistake,man has done since Adam's