The Ghost From The Past Poem by Avinash Nair

What has happened to you?
Is it life? The coarse harshness
That leads in your voice?
Strange as it may sound,
Today your voice brings in
The melodies of sorrow,
With every syllable you utter,
I drown in the lanes of memory.
There was a time when I would
Have recognised you with your smile,
A small one for that matter,
That could just unfurl the burrowed
Wrinkles of your forehead.
Now it seems that time has
Aged you beyond recognition.
The hollow silence that you reside in
Has taken you for granted.
I have observed it in your sleep
The ghost of your happy past,
That comes to haunt you.
For you smile in your sleep
But something holds you back,
Something that breaks your smile,
Before it reaches its epitome.
And you wake up with a start,
Your vacant eyes searching and
Prancing around the room.
Seizing for happiness I guess,
Until your gaze rests upon me.
It is then you realise,
What is a dream and what is a reality,
For I see you giving me that coy smile.
As you know that I have seen
What you didn't intend to be seen.