The Immortal Self

By Aarohi Shah

Quietly, 

She slipped out. 

No one noticed, 

No one saw. 

Lighter than air, 

She did not hesitate, 

To leave the house, 

For a new one. 

Billions of years, 

Every corner of the world, 

Explored. 

Yet, 

Stuck in the cycle of life and grief. 

Death comes to swallow you up, 

But the real you, 

Has already gone, 

The minute you heave your last sigh. 

The human brain, 

Replays its best memories for 7 minutes. 

The human soul, 

Carries its best traits for lives. 

The difference between heart and soul? 

The heart, 

Helps you live. 

The soul, 

Is the reason you live. 

Trillions of souls, 

Floating in silence. 

Everything does not have a reason, 

It just exists, 

Because it does.

Death is just a part, 

Of a bigger game called Universe. 

It is the end, 

But also,

A new beginning. 

The Universe is infinite, 

With infinity, 

Many other infinities form. 

Us humans? 

Just the smallest infinity there is. 

One may not always stay in this galaxy, 

Maybe another. 

When two souls are destined, 

Yet not together,

There is always another galaxy, 

Where their fate is written. 

It’s essential we recognize, 

The little immortal piece of us, 

Which will always carry, 

A bit of the values we held, 

Or the person we were. 

Deeper than the oceans, 

Yet no name. 

The truth behind lives, 

Yet not even recognized. 

It’s time to groom our souls, 

Not our bodies. 

Time to groom eternity, 

Than a temporary century. 

By Aarohi Shah