The Dead By Ashish Kumar Poem by Ashish Kumar

Staring at the sun laying on the floor, I was not thinking anything as if i'm out of my brain. Trying to step ahead a foot was hard to me but I could and could see a hundred or more walking on the street road. My voice tried every ear to reach but could not, even I beg them to talk and tell me who the hell I am?

Wait! I am not alone. I can see a man doing the same, even a bit better than me. That face with wrinkles and dark eyes suddenly looked at me and started running to me.

"He is running to me…very fast….fast….Aahh! "

"Everything okay cliff? " - Ryan (friend1)

"No! " - Cliff (me)

Wilber (friend2)- "Third time the same night. I think it is a sign the spirits are…"

Cliff(me)- Aah! Can you please just ignore the word ‘spirit'. Don't connect everything with them"

Ryan - "You better met him."

Cliff - "Dr Clark? Oh I hate that men. You know he is just a stupid fellow whose business got shut 5 years ago and now doing this, and look what, people are taking great interest. (and smiled)

Ryan - "He is a paranormal researcher"

Cliff - "You better leave! "

Ryan - "As your wife did? "

Cliff trying to ignore (little upset)- hmm (sound through breath)

Wilber - "You talk to spirits while sleeping, sometime with open eyes."

Ryan - "You tried killing your wife! ! "

Cliff - "A misunderstanding only. You better leave"

Walber - "better visit ‘em(him) "
Clliff - "All stupidity, nothing gonna change, and he is not that dumb, that any one can visit him without any…"



"I have an appointment" - Ryan replied

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