Deep Beneath

our world is a beautiful one

but its blemishes

make it a very bizarre place

hidden deep beneath

underneath the transitory surface

is a fire that creates

as it fuses old elements

newborn objects of elaborate designs

as they emerge above

sometimes solid

sometimes malleable

all vulnerable to the poisons of the air

some survive with scars

reminders of the never-ending battle

to remain whole in the chaos

Mortal Human Soul

I passed through the sieve

disappeared into the world

diffused into the chaos

fragmented into many tiny pieces

I searched into the abyss

tried to gather myself

I could not find even one

all I saw was others

others who loved me

strangers who harmed me

knowingly or not

I saw the world

I saw that I became the world

my soul became the world

I was entrapped in it

everyone a part of me 

wanting it or not

this is life, life on earth

as a mortal human soul