Souls.
What are these vibes,
Through which humans jibe,
Isn't it weird to hear also,
That how could you communicate,
With just energy waves or so?
At first, it sounds different,
Though somewhere down it feels right,
Like you have just heard it on human plane,
But actually you knew about it outright.
Things start to look different,
When we shift to this perspective,
People start identifying as souls,
Instead of their bodies and mold.
These energies that we experience,
Strongly with some, while with others dull,
It fills us with awe and confusion,
As to how could this be done.
Like how can we choose people,
Based on how we feel,
When on superficial level,
Their story might not appeal.
We Speak Different languages.
The language that I speak,
In it you could be weak,
Otherwise this struggle wouldn't arise,
And take us for a ride.
I know it's tough to acknowledge,
Considering what we call knowledge,
But given the circumstances,
Would you take your chances ?
Trying to decode,
That which I encode,
And then looking for clues,
Avoiding the mighty blues,
Of trouble and desire,
To get through it like fire.
To understand is what we all seek,
To be understood is our basic need,
But one we fall into this trap of words,
Of sophistication and nerves,
It might seem like a daunting task,
To discover that layer aghast,
Of love and Trauma and Wisdom,
And feel connected as human.
We are Old Souls.
We are all old souls,
waiting to be found,
To experience the best,
And to be renowned.
To be seen as gold,
And not as old,
To be liked by all,
Irrespective of toll.
We can be happy,
We can be sad,
A little enthusiastic,
A little mad.
Looking out for recognition,
Is our actual search,
And not finding it in the end,
Makes our living disperse.
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