Do you feel the past, of some other lifetime? Does it feel you live a certain part of it even now? An unexplainable heaviness that others do not understand. For the believers of karma, a poetry to express this feeling.
The Lines
When the soul feels gloomy and hollow,
When the eyes look stark and shallow,
When the existence seems arid and fallow,
When one feels lost,figuring which path to follow.
When painfully many such lives untimely swept,
When nothing substantial stayed or is left,
When the tormented soul silently wept,
It’s nothing but one’s own karmic debt.
That traps the mind, the thought process,
The cognition and senses start to regress.
The reality seems detached, Only the subconscious sublimity prevails,
When the thought of an undeciphered but deeply sensed past persistently sails.
When the Unfathomable depths of times passed by urge to trace back to start,
But the hurdled present pulls the soul to a direction completely different, poles apart.
Still the soul struggles to find peace with the past,
And continues to challenge this present life till its seeming end-death, the soul’s physical last.
KARMA: LIFETIMES: DEBT
Tulip Brook 