Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love
Ghost of my love
by Mandar Naik
Last night I saw ghost of my love
It stood in the window, looking above.
It looked pale, tired and in despair,
As if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.
I was scared to see its darkest eyes,
Still hoping to give it one more rise.
Its deep buried smell of past,
Made me feel disturbed and aghast.
It pleaded me for a single sight,
to remember those days, tears and fight.
That endless waiting, those arms and songs to sing
Those rains, those touches, don’t you remember anything?
I said I have buried what all has gone
Those dreams withered, leaving me alone.
On the grounds of dried tears, I have sown phony smiles,
Guarding them from looming reminiscences reverting from long miles.
When you were alive, I had lived too merrily
Each day was bliss and…
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