My Soul

Where is my soul? Inside me? Like what would it be? Like the daydreamer owl? Does it dwell on the court, Where the sphere of my life lies? Or where the foot is buoyant , To fill the basket with lively eyes? Does it appear when I step on the floor? Or it is present on the stage? Or where I open the performance door? Or it's in the midst of a maze? Does it emerge with the paper ? Or with the contemplative thought ? Does it make me a creator ? Or it makes me to think a lot ? Does it arise when I open a book? Making me a clairvoyant? Or does it urge me to take a look , At the pictures and words inside which are flamboyant? My soul is always with me , It doesn't allow me to do things which ain't my cup of tea, Always cheery , Sometimes gloomy, And my soul depicts my passion and my hobby!