Soul: The Treasure Chest

My inner soul, I heard her say-
'what shameful act is this.. it's wastage of time'
Holding upon few seconds,

I didn't know what to speak.. to whom...

Quietness of my thoughts
Silence of my pain always
Do keep on haunting me
And get scattered on blank pages


I, then, arranged the beads 

of those in sequence thinking,

I must bring them together and
preserve each thought Having Him


And chuckling at my grief
Eventually, I did realize-
       the grin of my lips
       the tear of my eyes
       the ointment of my woe
       the warmth of his trustworthy palm
Is He and only He.