A ghost of Love...

You don't believe..
am sure.. in ghosts..
but i do...
'coz i have seen one..
'coz i have felt one..
'coz i've talked to..
a ghost..
to the ghost of love..
love- which she had for me...

it was a long night..
when we met..
was deep into the night..
and i was still awake..
thinking, crying, repenting...
seeking answers..
to the questions I had-
Why is it, that..
when I know I am wrong,
and so is she..
when I am deeply in love,
and so is she..
when she knows..
that whatever I did..
was but a reaction..
to whatever she did...
when I know that..
although a reaction..
It was a terrible mistake..
when i have cried, pleaded,
touched her feet,
and seeked forgivenes..
when I am suffering,
and so is she...
when same pain, is but
troubling both of us...
she wants to fight it,
alone? Alone?
she wants to..
Move on? Move on?

I was deep in thought..
when it came..
I heard a harsh wailing cry,
that shocked me for a moment..
was about to stand up..
when i saw it..
a hazy pinkish misty cloud..
formless.. shapeless..
moaning ceaselessly!!!
I was petrified.. damn scared..
and was about to shout..
when it said,
"My Dearest... Don't be afraid..
I am but a ghost of love..
Love which she had for you..."
stupified.. i just gaped..
surprisingly, relief spread through me
as i realised..
that now i'll know the answers..
to the questions which troubled me..

disillusioned though i was,
when it cried,
"I am here dearest..
To know why she klled me..
i am here to know..
why is it, that..
when your love still lives..
I had to die a painful death.."

I weeped, knowing not what to do..
I questioned...
"She killed you, didn't she??
But then how don't you know..
how you got killed?
why you got killed?
"

grievingly it added..
"Dearest.. i know not..
'coz i was far asleep..
when she choked me to death..
all i remember hearing...
is a wailing voice saying..
It is practical..
It is practical..
it is practical..
"

--The Lone Itinerant--