Bloody Soul

I heard a soul crying out loud

On an empty road

With the winter moon behind a cloud.

I kept on walking but once again it tried, 

"This is not your dream.

No one else could hear my scream.

Please help me, I don't want to die.
Can't you feel my gasps?"

and the storm breathed a sigh.

Hence, frightened I, 

"Who are you at 3:00 am lonely night?

Don't hide from me, please come in the light.

I promise I'll save you.

No one will dare to hurt you."

"Either come to me following my voice,

Or run away making a coward's choice."

Yes! I decided to follow the voice,

Opting a heroic choice.

There stood it, shining, at the end of the road.

Looking at it, my heartbeat slowed.

It was a huge mirror which showed my soul.

I, myself was the murderer and the victim was in my control.

Theme of the poem: In our life we all have some dreams. Most of us stop listening to our heart and restrict our inner voices. This way we forget who we really are and who we wanted to become. We start living a fake life, always influenced by others. Thus, we kill our soul and make ourselves tamable.

Burns

Have you ever got burned?

In the rage of fire not just your skin but also your soul.

The flame flowing in your veins, searing every nerve and every cell.

You cry, you wail, you moan,

And mocking you the sparks groan.

Just when your soul tries running away from your roasted flesh,

the inferno grows strong and you look like a captive in hell.

The body had done nothing wrong,

It was your spirit which had to be taught to become strong.

When the level ascends very high, greater than a 3rd degree fry,

you suffer a lot more than what they call a "hypovolemic shock".

You had never imagined such a pain,
like an unbearable concussion hits your brain;

All the blood flows in your heart, thinking it as a way to escape,

Your heart inflates, swells, aches and bursts.

Gradually the pain dissolves and the threshold appears.

Now it is on your soul to give up or strive

They say most of the spirits yield and they eternally die,

But those who survive are the ones to fly.