In Search Of My Soul

-LIFE IS MORE THAN MERELY STAYING ALIVE-
In times of anger,joy and pain
I have wanted to find him out;
From the depths of me and gain -
All those answers ,I had ever sought.
I thought many a times that I saw him far,
Though he appeared like a star in those velvet skies.
In times of calm , i have felt him close beside,
Though invisible he is to my earthly eyes.
I always thought of ways to feel him near;
I have thought of death and of wealth,
Thought of love and of prayer.
But what is it that takes me there
That I need to find ,before the heavens come near.
One day I believe he will hear my call,
And I will merge into ,him, My Soul.

--Rahul Nair

Comments

  1. Rahul NairSaturday, May 19, 2007 2:36:00 am

    I wanted to post something. Then I thought why not for once write on a strong statement I read in Paulo Coelho's The Witch Of Portobello.
    It goes like 'Think of things you don't know about'.
    And this was something i didnt know anything about.
    Thanx For Your Patient Reading.
    :-)

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  2. Bharath R SSaturday, May 19, 2007 4:13:00 am

    Dude its a well articulated poem especially the ending where u r hoping to merge urself with ur soul!!!

    Once again very cool poem!!!

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  3. Jobin ThomasSaturday, May 19, 2007 12:22:00 pm

    dai mone... super poem...guys he is my roomate... and am proud of him... [:)]

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  4. Chandan PrabhudevaMonday, May 21, 2007 12:36:00 am

    You have done it once again. You better yourself everytime you write a poem. I guess you love beating yourself. Looking forward to your next one.

    Cheers!!

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  5. Rahul NairMonday, May 21, 2007 5:53:00 am

    Thanx bharath, jobsy and chandan for all the encouragement...

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  6. AnonymousMonday, May 21, 2007 6:51:00 am

    Superb da...

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  7. AnonymousMonday, May 21, 2007 2:26:00 pm

    schoolil padichappol ithrem bhavan ulla aalanennu njan arinjillallo...arinjirunnel njan ee kavitha okkkey adichu maatti lit'n'art comp 1st medicheney :)

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  8. Srivatsa KondapalliTuesday, May 22, 2007 7:32:00 am

    superb one da....
    i am seriously telling you, you can make more money if u become a poet than to sit n work here...;D

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  9. Ann MWednesday, May 23, 2007 5:52:00 am

    adi poli.! pashae oru question endae..
    is this poem depicting a girl's agony because of her lost love
    or is it a prayer to God??
    me not into poems so korache confused ahh..!!

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  10. Rahul NairWednesday, May 23, 2007 2:03:00 pm

    Sunith,amy, chiddu and ann
    thanx for those good words

    @amy: schoolil vachu enicku polum ariyillayirunnu, enicku vattanennu
    @ann:i didnt think of the girl perpective myself (hehe)...Love is a trivial and ommon subject to write upon... I try to avoid it as long as possible , and fail miserably at it too :-)
    I just thought of that inner person in you who appears to u at some time:
    maybe called conscience, soul or God.
    I refered to my conscience.

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