Jay P Narain

Freshman - 557 Points (Jan.1945 / Bihar, India)

Ghosts - Poem by Jay P Narain

When I was a young, I had a great fascination for ghosts,
I would wake up every midnight and look in the mirror,
One night I saw what I always wanted to see,
I shrieked, and I passed out.

The wavering image of skull and bones in a midnight mirror,
Was it some supernatural act or my extra sensory perception?
Was it the reflection of my subconscious mind or a dream of my fascination?
I am glad the ghost never came back as I stopped looking in the mirror again.

Now when I hear the clear voices of my late wife in restless nights,
I hear what I always want to hear, a few words of love and affection,
The images frozen from past, molded in my memory,
Seem to be floating in my sweet dreams and giving me the company.

The supernatural phenomenon of the subconscious mind,
Can be scary and can be kind,
The ghosts will live in our dreams and imagination,
As long as we would keep them in our thoughts and fascination.

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  • (4/19/2006 11:08:00 PM)


    I too Am fascinated by ghosts....and agree it's all in the mind!
    Good poem.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 7, 2006



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