My soul has lost the rigidity,
the rigidity which maintained it as a whole;
The definite boundaries which safeguarded it
have collapsed and has left it exposed to the vitriolic world.
The world has treated it as a prototype prey,
there is no special treatment and no special way,
for you it is a unique foray,
but the world has been similar to every soul coming to it each day,
it deconstructs soul and decimate its crystalline glare;
the glare which was a torch for your heart to lead to a conscious way.
Though I miss the stiffness of my soul
But enjoy the new state
Now it does not deter or hesitate
It has the flexibility to be mould in any frame
It understands the necessity of being this way
Now it can not be captured or held tight
It can slip through the hands of conscience as sand.
I know that the glare has been lost
But the loss has been overweighed by the gain
The gain that regenerates the temporal spark
Who needs an aging torch;
When a new spark can be lit everyday.
I have no regret
As it was to happen someday
I was smart that I accepted it today
May be tomorrow it would not have been on my terms
I still have a soul
which has been powdered and sprinkled to smoothen my way
It should be thankful that
I have utilized it.
