Soul needs peace. When need becomes a limit like the Sramanas bhiksha patra. peace dwells.. and soul makes home.
Soul is a prayer for me. I adore the feel of soul. Lord Buddha and his words are the way of salvation. I love to listen my soul. Soul guides me in the right direction. Soul never die. Whatever the soul feels are pure and fine.
Good soul attracts me like a magnet. No age bar. I had pen friendship with late IRS ,artist Abhoy Dowerah in my college days. A good soul. I had not meet him only through letters words drawing poem we exchanged our feel our views. He was like my Godfather. Another good soul was my all time favourite Hiruda. He was a legendary person with a good soul. I have found so many good soul that I feel being surrounded by angels. Soul is free to wander around. My soul wander in the midst of good word, rain drops, hill tops, silver falls, blue petals of forget me not...... The more I extend my soul I feel the presence of good soul blooming like flower around me. I love to live in the midst of good soul to be true.