A Gathering Of Souls

By Shravya

I went to an annual gathering of souls

Mute and desolate but with passionate thoughts

No soul knew each other except their thoughts

For they cannot see, speak, hear or move

It’s those multi-coloured musings that expand

Attach and tangle with others

Singing a lullaby throughout the night

Oh, what a fairy tale sight!

Beautiful colours and melodious sounds

An artist’s dream and a writer’s joy

And no one to share, what a plight!

The strangeness gone once I noticed

For the thoughts always choose their owners 

And never the other way around

Fascinating was their peculiar journeys 

Not one makes it alive as it originated

Not one ends the way it started

Not one knows its family or friends

As if solely they live to produce kin and die 

By Shravya