POETRY: The Nectar Of Life Page 5

THE GHOST

Lurking around in the shadows

Piercing through the dense darkness,

I feel the presence of it.

Darting through the emptiness

The gaze, the penetration never stops.

Heavy seems the air

Tense and strained, the breath.

Uneased discomfort unceasing

Slackening all bodily strength.

Ambushing the prey

Faceless white-pupiled eyes

A vacant, hollow sight

With glowing, dancing fires.

My heart skips its beat.

Beyond recognition, distant yet near

It’s being is the epitome of fear.

Eager to escape – my heart

Still clings to its ecstacy

For fright , adventure or habit

I doubt if it’s a case of curiosity.

Figuring out the face in countless attempts

A sign, a symbol – anything

Time and again losing patience.

For the umpteenth time,

Hovering around the thoughts,

Discovering the dark depth, the hollowness

The familiar eyes, found a face;

A face so close to mine.

The ghost of my guilt,

My anger, anguish and fear;

Fed right underneath

My heart – kept close and dear.

Clasped in chains of convention

Lo and behold! Soon

It seems to give in-

It built up a parallel me

To keep out the haunting and gasping.

It was the last I feared the Dark

Embracing myself, I felt it departing sans a mark.