Soul-Walking

Deep down inside
We feel.
Feeling is a treasure.
It is a domain of
Arrival.
The distances cannot be felt,
Unless we have a heart of sky.
I kiss the world,
It is wrapped in a bandage.
I pray and look at
The world's bitter sweet cage.
Trapped in the cannon ball debris,
I cannot step with firm conviction,
Yes, I am shaky.
Tears speak of volumes:
My breaking heart,
An art that decorates to heal.
The wounds are kissed in hate.
Would you look inside,
And do the soul-walking?
I want to meet the "you"
That I address in my poems.
That "you" can be real,
And at times my readers,
Friends, lovers and
Secretly adored beliefs.
When we adapt to a bad company,
True lovers go out of hand.
They were the moral grounds,
But young life felt like mistakes and experiences.
I want to do the soul-walking,
The new ways will appear
Out of everywhere.