Ghost !!!
As eons pass and not a word comes to mindAn angel descends with words of wisdom.
So full of insight and nostalgia is she
And her power over words matched cannot be
So a special gift does she impart
Just before I am about to depart
To a place nearer rather than far
so there is no gift dearer or even at par
Thus the beautiful ghost said . . .
Hey you…listen to me. I know you are flying away to the arid lands tomorrow. But how did you want me today? Laced with the cold temptation in your fridge? Or am I a part of the non alcoholic drunken stupor you usually claim to be in? The elusive red your blindness could not see, maybe? Camouflage my words so the shameless actor in you could flaunt? While the pride that the source lies in your own heart? Don’t let it get cold, give me space and not let me breathe until I overwhelm.
I come as the ghost, invisible and improbable, with new found inspiration. After all I am the desperate creator looking for images, stripes and faith. Thanks my love.
posted by Madhava @ 4:00 PM
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