Mystique Soul

The avalanche of this “mystique soul”,
Flows with a vivid desire,
Defying all the laws of tenancy,
Burning itself into an outrageous fire,

Excluding all its reasons to live,
And burying all the reasons to die,
Falsifying the presence of randomness,
Refuting the existence of certainty,
Its state, it tries to justify,

As the breeze renders life to waves,
And potter gives shapes to the vessels,
Extruding itself into an aura,
Neither mortal for captivation,
Nor immortal for sanctification,

It achieves the glory of divinity,
And creates a pathway of illumination,
Bringing life to all the characters at world’s stage
Accounting for all the narration,
For all the actions are defined by its aspirations,

For this flesh and blood are inconclusive,
This soul is the source of incarnation,
Carrying the existence of the almighty,
Compacted into so defined “one mystique soul”,
Justifying the reason and source of creation