The Soul Poem by Anuj Tikku

The path not the destination is the true goal
As I reach out within to tinker with my soul
Ye so pure so innocent in it's ways
Crying at night laughing in the day
My soul is the mirror of me
So brightly it sometimes burns
For the love of a woman it often yearns
It is the anchor of my being
The face of my inner conscious
The keeper of my darkest secrets
My compass my guide
My sorrow, my laughter, my pride
When my body is gone the I will remain
My soul in the vast ocean will mingle
My constant my single
Keeping the records of all my pain
Keeping me going keeping me sane
Without the soul I am just any empty shell
Ringing like a hollow bell
My soul is the path way to my maker
In my silence it is often reveled
It is the beginning it is the seed