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Every night I free my soul from the shackles of my body and let it wander free.

It escapes like a bird from a cage and soars above high.

It roams about carefree, it plays with the pixies and it dances in the moonlight.

When dawn comes, it unwilling comes back and resides in me.

During the day, I get around doing my usual chores, while it patiently waits for the night to come.

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Impressionist said…
I wonder where it goes :>
heheh!!

peace & love
JeeVY
May 11, 2007 at 9:24 AM
The Crazy Apothecary said…
hmmm!! reminds me of the song I believe i can fly,i believe i can touch the sky!
visiting the kirrin island is a delight!
by the way, do u know the soul weighs 21 grams?
May 11, 2007 at 11:51 AM
Alesea said…
Cute......n yes true to all its extent
May 11, 2007 at 12:46 PM
Jeya Anand said…
nice post...and a cool blog ....:)
May 12, 2007 at 2:56 AM
Anonymous said…
yar meri soul ko to din mei bhi chain nahi!! mehak
May 12, 2007 at 3:08 AM
magiceye said…
this is exactly what Lobsang Rampa used to write about... do read his books ... you will certainly enjoy them!
May 12, 2007 at 3:54 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@Rajeev:hehe thats a secret!!!

@Gurbani: really!!i dint noe that!!

@Alsea:thanx

@Jeya:thanx...welcome to the island

@Mehak:hehe

@Magiceye:oh i'll try and read them
welcome to the island
May 12, 2007 at 4:47 AM
SiD said…
metallica ke gaane se inspired story lagti hai

(gana: Wherever I may roam... )
May 14, 2007 at 8:06 AM
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