She Refused To Hold My Soul Poem by S JYOTI RANJAN

Where shall I go? For I am made roofless by time,
She refused to hold my soul,
Naked, and meek as my soul shivers out in the celestial cold,
Traversing accross galaxies for the elixir of her love,
Many births I spent, many deaths I witnessed, for I am the time-less soul,
But who is she? Is she the root of life?
Does she carry underneath her breasts the love of mother?
Is she my biological friend, my 'sister'?
Is she, the closest among my friends?
Is she my soulmate? Is she all of this?
Ah! I can see my soul deep inside her eyes,
I can see me, I can feel her within me,
There are relationships, beyond human contemplation,
Yes, there are few of such, which stand for love,
and the courage to stand by death and
wrath of time to protect the other, and mine is the one.

She is perhaps the one who epitomises all of that a woman can be,
she is my hope, my inspiration, she is the God who created us,
She is my worship, my spirituality, she is the oneness of our duality.

But she disowned me, she has forgotten her trueself,
She has forgotten who I am, She has forgotten, 'SHE' is 'ME',
She has forgotten, we are beyond the narrow lanes of a man and woman relationship,
She needs to unlearn the fallacies taught by society,
She should now look beyond the lenses and deep into my eyes,
to see the innocence of my purpose and the truth called 'ME'.
I refuse to live by the chartered norms, for I am pure,
I am fire, I keep courage to burn for her,
And I refuse to live without her,
but certainly I can die for her, not once, but many times,
Yet, as my soul shivers naked out in the celestial cold, I refuse the warm clothes offered with sympathy,
I shall better die than accept those,
I need her love to wrap me up and keep me warm,
Or else let her lay wreath on me as I lie down dead and life-less,
again for another life after death in search of her,
in search of everything that stands for her love,
But I shall wait till eternity.