My Spirit Roams In Their Rooms.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Looking for it everywhere,
In bright day light and dark night,
Above in the sky nearer to the moon,
Around me nearer to the earth,

No noise, no whistle, or the wink.
Those are quiet as the space,
And have the hearts of seasoned liars,
the truth not retrievable and not contactable,

Very secretive as if found the pleasures,
Never revealed to anyone,
Except the human have assumed,
In the pitch dark, the owls hoot,

When the sun sets, the crows fly in crowds,
Wolves are too innocent and
All these are unrepresented, but victimized,
The doors and windows are knocked by the wind,

The methane on fire, howling of animals in distress,
The steps taken nearer to the doors by the cats,
Man made fear to shaken my spirit while alive,
Man made heaven and hell are two extreme delves,

To suppress my spirit while alive and active,
My soul and spirit, you are safe and in control,
In this body that I have possessed with passion,
Don’t be afraid staying alone with no lights,

My soul and spirit, what clothe I have chosen,
To wear on you once you discard this decaying body,
It is no one’s business, but purely mine,
light Pink and light green with flowering patterns,

Pink and green with flowering patterns, just nice,
Not the black evening gown as if goes for the booze,
Not white and lace as if to receive a ring,
Not cherry red to come back to threaten,

The people who tortured me while alive,
Only pink and green in every beautiful rose,
Hibiscus, the single and multi petal eye catcher,
You can roam around the homes,

Wearing this beautifully frilled gown,
light Pink and light green with blooms,
Healthy, happy and visually not seen…
when you roam as a spirit in their rooms.