On my way to don a new body,
Something stopped me on my path;
An unknown feeling.
What was it?
Nostalgia of my old garment?

I glanced at my previous form,
Such a faithful company it had been.
It lay on the ground
And I did nothing but stare at it.
Why wouldn't I?
So many memories, so many stories;
Which would vanish soon.
Souls of my friends and family arrived
So did my foes.
Each on their respective journeys.
Some would again come with me
While some merged with Him.

For a moment I wondered about my foes.
Were they really foes?
Stole a glance at the body on the earth,
And I knew my answer.
Indeed they were hers, not mine.
They were my companions too,
My mates engaged in the divine play.
And when a play ends, one must know
That the villain on stage is a friend later.
They smiled and waved at me.
I waved back too.

She was lying on the soft earth,
Regal and draped with silks.
Once was known for her beauty and riches but now she lay at par with everyone.
The earth distinguishes none,
For each child is the same for a mother.

I busied myself in some thoughts,
Thinking about memories
Hers and mine.
Both my friend are same, yet not.
For a garment is still a part of you,
Yet it is not.
Futile attempts of retrieval it was
For hazy scenes flashed in front.

Red, gold and purple clouded my vision
As I tried to focus on each scene.
Some voices I heard, muffled.
Some incidents I saw, confusing.
Ah! It was the law of nature again.
That to live a new life, one must forget the past.
But not entirely, as lessons should never be forgotten.

A flash of light surrounded me
And I was contained in my new form.
My previous form was now merging with the earth and suddenly tears flowed.
I cried out loud.
Cried for not finding my way to Him,
Cried for not going back home.
And it was then I heard a voice.

'Dearest one, stop shedding those tears
For you shall come back home soon.
But not until you fulfill your part in my play for the universe.

'The destination which you crave for, You shall reach soon.
Paitence, you must keep once again
And be brave always.
The journey is hard, so is your story;
In fact everyone's is.
Be strong, remember, you have the strength.

'Don't grieve now, dear one.
You aren't forgotten.
I too shall await here for you
Just like you do always.
But till then, I must bid you farewell.
Again.'

And just like that, the voice faded away
Leaving me alone again.
But then I felt my new form hugging me, making me chuckle in delight.
I was now going to be a silent spectator, observing everything.
The nature, prakriti taking the reins would again engage me in a leela.

I heard someone coo to me
While a little giggle erupted from me.
The person didn't know why I giggled
But I did.
For I was laughing at the irony
That though I always lived in each millenium,
I would again live like a little child.
The wisdom I have shall lie low
Till she chooses to dive deep.

But till then, I planned to enjoy
The delights of childhood.
To see the world from my mother's stories,
To face little monsters with the help of my father.
A little naive me!
A child once again!

A.N: She represents or let me say would represent the physical apsect of life, the body experience to be more precise. There is a mood in this book so it might puzzle you sometimes, but go with the flow.

And even if you don't understand, remember what the title is:

The Soul's Poetry.

So it's obvious to be a little confused for not all understand magic early.

Also I will be giving less A.Ns because I don't want to break the mood.