When I dig deeper into my soul the story of my life concludes and there your story begins.

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Bare, naked hands,
that's how I am digging up my soul,
with my hands smeared jet black now.
Is that what the color of shattered dreams and wretched love looks like?
Or have my hands found their way to the part of my soul that hides cadavers of unheeded emotions?

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My Soul


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Dig Deeper & deeper they all said,

"There Lies a heart that still awake;"

Why don't u ask him ?
When uh lost your way,

"He has a debt, still to pay"

Deeper & deeper they all said,

"There stay's a truth that still lies,
Which frightened me whole my life!"

Deeper & deeper they all said,

"Deeper I tried to get ,"yes I did"
There still a heart that beat's💓
It beat for the shake I m still alive..
It mean there is a chance yet left behind.."

Deeper and deeper I tried to get...
But still I was upset 🙁

Why?

"I can't find "soul" u talk about,
Can you please tell me ,where it lies? "

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when i dig deeper into my soul..
i sense my worst fears which are dreadful...
sooner i try leaping to the future which i try to keep wonderful...
simultaneously i try to be forgetful..
so that i can forget my past which was fearful..

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When I dig into my soul,
There is always a darkness.
Confusion arises
With question marks making room full.
I don't dig them
But they dig me
To see
What I want from thee
There is no answer of anything
But they say me, "When did you ask a thing?"
I shout at them with my questions,
They laugh and laugh
When I am tired of shouting and of thinking,
"The answer is you", is told by them.

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You happy, me happy, I always assure my soul,
but still, I could feel something amiss, something taking a toll.
Rather be lost than let my soul, slip vaguely from my control,
I decided to have a conversation to pacify and console.
All that I got to hear was, I had let my passions die,
when the rules were set then why did I even promise to comply.
I thought for a while and to my astonishment I did realise,
I was looking for happiness when it was right by my side.

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Having embarked on the quest of
Finding the voice of my inner soul,
I can sense the central void
Caused by loss on a roll.

Let downs and mishaps
Have camouflaged my virtues.
The goodness fed to me since childhood
Are often put on snooze.

I wish to come out of the trance
And focus on my blessings,
Instead of clinging to the past
And trust what the future brings.

The veil is lifted as I work
On making the void smaller.
Doing things to make the soul sparkle,
Infused with every bright colour.

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When I dig deep into my soul,
I recall the the crumbling, when
It tore separate my soul.
For quite a long time after that one ocassion
I figured myself not entirety.
My hours were gone through with attempting
To set it up with tape and paste
until one day, I found
Every other person was broken as well.
Here we were with pieces
of ourselves in both our hands
so delicate, thus vulnerable,
that I started to get it.
Perhaps, I had been covetous
to need my soul all to myself
when it could be significantly
more accommodating.
In the palms of someone else,
presently every time I go some place,
I desert some portion of me.
What's more, I gather the greater part
of the pieces of others souls that I can discover.
So when I am meeting another person
It's not simply me they get,
yet in addition ,little pieces.
Of all the others that I have met
if this is what "broken" means
delving profound into my soul,
Once more let me dig deep into it.

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When I dig deeper my own soul then I find a disciple and a teacher.

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