Half soul…

The darkest hours of the night

The brightest hours of the day

The fast running winds

The harsh rains

The azure sky

The rough land

In all moments

At every place

Surrounded by every natural calamity

Is my body

Inside a box

Waiting for the soul

What’s the point?

It’s dead

Unaffected by nature

Unaffected by desires

Turning into ashes

The soul is alone somewhere

Wandering

Seeking the body

Bounded by desires

It settles in a different body

Lives again an incomplete life

And dies again

Craving for the body

The other body is sitting peacefully

Slowly turning into ashes

Both bodies share half the soul

Their ashes fly with the winds

And enters the sea

At the bottom of the sea

They mingle with each other

And we can see the waves rising high

At that moment.