An Imprisoned Soul

I have lived a thousand deaths
Loved a thousand lives
Oh! My wanderer souls, “where not you have been”?
Oh! My wanderer souls, “what not time has taught you”?
Oh! My wanderer souls, “what not you have tasted”?

I have suffered a lot at the hands of death, at the hands of time the chameleon nature of time , and at the hands of weather.
The time which kills our loved ones, the time which kills our emotions, the time which compels us to bear the change.
Those news, those wails. What not i have seen?

Leaned towards the wall of rocks in a Dungeon. Let me narrate you a story she said after a deep sigh.
I was a Potter at this grand palace you see (which is above this dungeon on the top of the mountain) I was famous for my art the only thing i could proudly brag for. Whenever the wives of the king used to cook food for their kings I was among the one who would receive a tribute from the king. After all i used to supply cutlery to the palace. One day the spouse of the heir was supposed to make food for the king and the other members. I was all happy waiting for my reward
While carrying the food to the ‘dastarkhan’{the table cloth} the pot slipped through her hands. King got furious after this act and the marriage was cancelled because king found the spouse of his son ill mannered. But one must know faith never turns back on royal families. When the trail was set up it was decided the one who made this pot was blameworthy because that pot wasn’t made up of good quality and hence could slip out easily.
I was sentenced to prison and lived the years of my life here. That’s how I have tasted prison and my reward.
And that’s how I met the prisoned part of my soul in that dungeon I asked my soul how can I take you out from here how can I help you?
She replied it has been ages now. It was not only the imprisonment which was casted on me but also the spell.
My destiny was to be behind these bars and here I shall be.