life, philosophy, poem

The Cosmic Soul

What if your soul does not seek for the worldly things?

If it constantly seeks the abstract but is surrounded by concrete?

If your journey is limited on the outside but beyond limits?

If the peripheries are just set but it sees no boundary?

If attaining needs are just bodily but there is nothing for your soul’s awakening?

What if you realize, that your thirst is unfathomable, impossible to be quenched?

That your wound is far deep and deceptive, impossible to be healed?

That your soul is the only absolute amid the cosmic realm, it lives even if you don’t?

And that the questions you ask yourself are the answers that your soul seek?

-Pooja Ashokkumar

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philosophy

Who am I?

In the arid world, 
where the heat waves and barren land
try holding me afar,
I am the cool breeze-
changing directions and
gusting around the corners.
I am the oasis surviving all along
that a survivor might find.
I am unaccustomed to the norms,
and to the world that pulls me down.
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