As Alive As Dead

The ghosts mock at me From behind the shadows From deep pits below I do not understand why Why now? What do they want? Is there a message? Come out you cowards Come and face me in the eye If you dare

The ghosts of past Lost in the pages, innumerable Shout out and try to tell me something. I do not understand the language that I spoke once. I scream frantically for help But I am all alone In the mess that is not all mine. I try to break the walls around me But there are many I wish to go past them someday. The dreams now shattered, hurt my eye. The tears dried long ago. I run away from these ghosts Only to find them by my bedside everynight. *************************************************************** I don't know where it came from:)

I am a ghost. But I don’t live on a tree. No not in a graveyard either. I just like to roam around. I don’t have much powers, just the few basic privileges of being stuck in the middle of life and the ultimate moksha . Honestly, I like it here .It’s fun. During the day time, I generally sit in a coffee shop that I could never afford when I was alive. I sit and observe people who can. They are boring. Every Friday I catch the latest hindi flick at the multiplex. Nothing great these days, I tell you. Last week I dozed off even before the interval. If you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll tell you a secret. Sometimes, during the daytime, I go visit my old school. Yes! to attend lectures.!!!!! The miss the stupid subjects that were of no use to me in my later life. I especially like solving maths problems-algebra and geometry that I studied in 10 th standard. The syllabus has changed now. Oh but please don’t tell this to anyone. None of my ghost friends know about this. Yea...