Soul that was Maimed

Burning in flames,
Without any fire,
As on a pyre.

Dead cold as snowball,
That does not thaw,
As in a morgue.

Ruptured, bruised and,
Dull it looked;
The broken chord,
Made the music mute.

A deep cut,
Without any blood;
No oozing out;
It was all kept,
Under a shroud.

The scathing pain,
Was unbearable again;
This time,
It was the soul,
That was maimed.

Reflection of Soul

Shining like diamonds,

Radiating brightness all around.

Reflecting innocence,

That's a baby's crown.

Blooming like flowers,

Spreading the fragrance of joy.

With the depth of an ocean,

That has a lot to fathom.

They convey everything

That you feel,

Sad, or happy,

Or, trying to heal.

One look is worth

A thousand words.

Hidden inside,

Are precious pearls;

And each pearl in there,

Makes it, all the more rare.

Pristine and magnificent,

I look upto those with reverence;

Inspire me to rise heights,

Those my dear, are your eyes.