The Soul that Never Rests

My ancestors have migrated from time to time. My restless soul has never been able to conform to the norms of the society. I am deeply convinced that I must be a nomad in my past life, I would like to believe that, even if it’s not true. I have been created and destroyed infinite times, I was there before time came into Being, and I shall remain till the time when the Divine pen that writes the story of life, has dried up. Once my soul is emptied, I shall be filled again, and continue knowing my self and worshipping Truth.

I am not going to imprison myself, by chaining myself to beliefs, rituals, tradition and indoctrination. I was born to be free. Truth is beyond such petty nonsense. If God was divided, there would be no violence amongst those who find pleasure in raising their flags like cocks.

I am trapped in someone else’s body. I suffer like a fish out of water, desperate to take a plunge, to return home. I am like an actor who is tired of playing the same character, for years, and needs to breath. This excuse for a costume suffocates me, like a woman inside a man’s body. She wants to be divorced from this forced marriage and longs to become one with her beloved. She wants to sing and dance to the songs of love.

I surrender to my saviour, who shall one day, caress me with His Grace, fill me with ecstasy, until I am no longer there.