Specters!

“When some notes, words a few

Takes you deep and further, inside lanes, dark and hazy

One been left untraced for long

Yet, carrying warmth of first love’s bosom

And embrace which melts one away

Through whispering voices and rather hot breathes

Falling upon bare skin, burning without fire

Leaves one smoked and unseen, buried beneath

Clouds of memories, Oh dear!

As one watches being trampled in silence

Notes rising high and low

Words upon flesh, as they grow

Trampled and wild, shy and gentle

Goose bumps inflicts, then it shows

What lies beyond those dark lanes

Few faces known, few touches worn

Some fingers holding a letter half-torn,

Whose words splashed by tears or rain?

Or was it sweat and blood when they met?

Hidden away, they keep it all safe

For who goes to tread along those narrow alleys anyways

Yet, when one does, only to be surprised

Those notes, those words

Still carry a life of their own

In another universe, being specters probably…”

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 27/05/2015