The souls meet

I believe I have discovered a new me. This poem is dedicated to my new found self.

it is a mighty room with one hundred wooden doors and no window
all the doors are polished freshly and smell of tarpene

none of the door is open, none is inviting

she assumes it is dark inside, just as dark as it is in the grave

no air, no light, suffocating and damp

not even a mite can get in or get out, it is packed

she is running round and round circling outer side of the room
she cant find the slightest opening to enter
banging on the doors, screaming aloud and kicking on the wooden frames
no one hears her, no one answers back

she has come from far, far far land with the hope to meet a soul, 

to free a soul.

this room red brick house stands on a deserted island
no one lives in the nearest territory,
no cries no mourns, no hymn can be heard
no one looks out of the window from a neighbor’s house
to peep to see what is happening inside
she looked around for a wood, for a shovel to break in
not a leaf can be seen around
it is sun at it’s wildest, spreading heat and light
no shed to stand under to escape the sun
it is just a red brick one room house and nothing else.

suddenly, she finds a door to have been loose
perhaps she has kicked it too hard that lord has heard her
she started pushing it hard inside with all her strength
she feels another power from inside again pushing it hard
trying to close the door
and then at that moment all of a sudden
 she has gained angel's strength in her
power in her entire being, mighty ferocious and wild
she pushed inside and opened the door only to see
the soul standing for her at the door looks like her
a twin face a twin body just with all her limitations
standing in front of her like a mirror
she is glad
she feels relaxed
she is happy
finally they met.

Reviews

[PurpleQuartz]

I think you did an excellent job at writing this poem!

[Rakhsharimaya]

Thank you.

[PurpleQuartz]

You're welcome : )