Sole of my Soul

Finding its way through the puzzle called life.
Running naked on the barren field
Carrying the burden of our emotional baggage......
Has it lost its sheen?
How tired must be the sole of our soul?

The guilty indulgences of our hearts
The constant aggressive outburst of our brain
Taking a breather only in our transitory spot
In an otherwise active run of life
How fatigued must be the sole of our soul?
Always needing to choose between black and white
Shamelessly getting tempted to go for grey
Taking big, strident steps
With no steady risers
Finding no place to rest on landings
Sprinting towards the unattainable...
How tired must be the sole of our soul?
Making merry at all the unforgettable ups
Grieving at all the unforgivable downs
Trying to overcome fears
Fighting the nasty insecurities
Searching for that eternal calm,
Rampaging through outer chaos
To finally settle for a quiet, serene inner peace...
How fatigued must be the sole of our soul?
By Purvi. K