I'm not just a body, I'm a soul

The protector, the guardian, the angel as we call it....
Not there when we think we need it the most...
But indeed there when we actually need it the most

You think it comes in forms and shapes and sizes???
I bet my life, it doesnt....
Spent your life searching for your own Genie in a lamp???
Crossing miles and miles of life in storms, deserts and damps
Frustration and Agony clouds you at every failed attempt of trust;
You still bear it, untill the bubble of hope bursts....
Shocked but not broken you assemble yourself with a new hope
To again find a Genie somewhere down the rope.....
But stop this futile search here my friend, my dearest.....
Care to look inside yourself and see the lamp glowing
Beckoning you all this time was your own soul smiling

Thats your Genie, sweetheart...You are not just a body...you are soul....And a Mighty one indeed....

SOMNAMBULISTS!!!!!!!

I feel somteimes, dunno why??? Lost YET Present..........
Feels like I can see things, if purpose desires it, only like as if I could walk along the edge of a roof of a skyscraper with a Somnambulist's assurance. Why do we like it at times, strange is'nt it???

Is it a feeling of despair or being indifferent?
Indifferent to an idea that causes so much thinking that the brain declares it shunted.
Or is it something the mind, heart is unable to swallow and now the responsibility rests on the shoulders of the SOUL, the ultimate saviour of the two....Mind and Heart.....

Like the mind and heart do the thinking and feeling 4 the body, the soul is helped by angels and provoked by demons. Soul thus has two sides to it, the angelic soul and the demonic soul.....Yar wahan bhi fight...body main bhi fight....toh peace kahan????

So the answer I guess would be..that's why Somnambulists exist. Not the actual somnambulists but the abstract somnambulists.....Like one who can see everything around as a camera focusing on a particular object and hazing out the rest of the background.....hence acting as a fire extinguisher on the fight......

That assurance of being able to pick things, as on purpose of mind and heart, makes the walk on the edge of the roof pleasant.......

Loads of Love,
God bless!!!

U, Urself & dats it....Dats not a boundary but a quest...GO EXPLORE!!!

If someone is silent does that mean there is a cyclone brewing up inside that person....or does that simply mean....he is so peaceful that the outside cyclones dont matter.....

want to quote Dr. Vishwas's line here....
Yahan sab log kehte hain meri aankhon main aansu hain.....
Jo tu samjhe toh moti hain...jo na samjhe to paani hain.....

Innocent and pure things are always subjected to high pressure and vulnerability....
Gold when pure is very brittle and ethanol in its purest form highly volatile.....
So...REBEL against the Normal......
INDIVIDUALISM is the inspiration

Hiding where????Seeking what????
All questions answered...All queries resolved....
But the never ending word "WHY" still remains
seemingly peaceful but the torment remains..........

NO....still waters dont run deep..........
STILL waters are just STILL deep.
The darkness unfolds thru the impermeable seal
What you dont see is the TIMELESS TIME WHEEL...........

U dont see it but you still reason it.....
Powerless reason or a powerful answer???
But marvel the wave that SPLASHESSSSSSSS and goes by......
to you seemingly gone but ALWAYS there........

Loads of Love.....
God Bless