Souls sans shackles...

Wholesome Holes..

Souls leave no shadows

And no more shades either

For, they remain in those

Moth eaten sepias as relics of

Those we have loved once

And killed many times over

Souls leave holes only

Wholesome holes ; says some in mock jest,

In wry smiles and ever dried up pearls.

Abandoned shadows on wanderlust

Ever on an unrelenting search for shells to nestle in

Knowing little that nothing indeed fits in.

Arun M Sivakrishna