A Ghost of Ancient Past

A poem

Finger on planchette of a dusky ache
I conjure a ghost of my past
— I’d been drunk on questions one too many

Thin as a haunt she levitates to sit across
each furrow on her brow-
a reflection of an albatross

Mirroring-
my guilt layered in eons
she slumps heavy with a sag on her shoulders

A sheer spark of insight
her dolor is made bright
with eyes that are an oracle of wisdom

Shaking her head before I even ask
she places a finger on my lips
shushes me with her lacy voice echoing beyond her halted lips

‘Dwelling on ancient is a burden unwieldy
life —a nebulous fluid
unanswerable through alphabets and numbers

Cede your submission
handover an obedience
waiver a release to life’s onerous flow'

She fades as a dream on wind
carrying away trunk of my insecurities
her evanesce- a ricochet of feathery promises to my ears

My moons sleep-in duvet of the night assured by suns of morrow
to arise on two feet
Upholden and Unhurt

JaswaniSarika

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