1st self-composed poem...a new journey starts from here

SOUL OF LIFE
(Title has been suggested by Mr. Infinite n approved by Miss. Sunrays)



If only we could Count the presence of Peace,
if only we could Measure the pain of relief,
Heart would have been a dead part
and the word FEELINGS would have been kept apart.


The world is good, not only with good
but with bad too,
but it looks like as if,
we are still standing in a nameless queue.


Everything is void,
everything is empty,
till the time,
its about being bit full,
Or little less than plenty.



Segregate the vibes,
Initiate the lives
Create a being,
Who is mechanical enough, to be emotionally deprived.


Destiny is a topic,
hard to discuss upon.
Freewill is a phrase,
which gets hard if we discuss upon.


Calculated breath,
calculated time,
its either a half glass empty,
or half glass full of pride.



Sing the tune of life,
it may sound good at times.
Tune the sound of bad one’s,
who knows you may end up, being pleasure for someone.


Life is finite,
feelings are infinite.
Body is mortal,
soul is immortal,
Sing a song, my dear friend,
which is not dead enough, even if the whole world is wiped.



P.S..would try and draft more,lets see if could write more or not