GHOST

Talks with her ghost at night
don’t know how they set things right
but one night this ghost 
had lost her former keen sight
and entered a stranger’s body bright--
trapping a living , breathing soul
failed to recognize me in whole
and on a burning canvas of charcoal 
like an epileptic for long did it roll .

With blood oozing from her eyes
It held my hand soaked in white love
whispered words about possessing
my startled body , and I a frightened dove !

Rocked by this great shock
I was back to my self 
like a turtle recoiling its head 
into the abyss of an oblivion
wherein the night of shadows
vanished like an uncovered illusion !!!

comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi .29/07/14