Soul Traveller

Its not me
Its my soul that
recognizes you from timeless time...
giving me signs
in my thoughts
you, allowed to be sought...

My soul, my timeless soul...
perhaps has travelled with
you in other worlds
you a boy or a girl
It doesnt matter the soul..
the sexless soul...
im merely the vehicle
my body the bicycle
that carries my thoughts in trains..
draining my brains...
my soul knows ....
what it needs to do...

You, not necessary be my lover..
i maybe a sister, a friend, a confidante..
i may even be your 'latte'
something you fancy
when everything is not dandy...

You, me, the people of this world...
represent a soul that comes into the life of someone
for a reason, perhaps a season...
maybe learning something from
or perhaps to impart a teaching...
sometimes a guide
most of a time , it has travelled together prior
a different bond then
now forming a different one all together..

so dont be scared
now i know i am not.....
i am not sure what my role...or yours,
but our paths has crossed...

Be thankfull
say a prayer...
see you later...

priyasharda@copyright

written after a thought provoking thought of someone erratic id just met.....
17th June 2008