The Unknown Dead

The drops like crystal;

Soothing the bare cover.

Feel them rolling as though touched by a lover

Comes the desire of being caressed

Angels welcoming the dreams dressed.

Rhythm pouring into my ears,

Love the love have no fear.

Comes in the nest with a shine

As the first ray of the sun line.

Passion of being happy and free,

Lush greens cluster together with glee;

Smile is as gold as hay

Unexpected and unwished will be out of the way.

My tender cover feeling the warmth

Surrendered seemingly in the breeze’s arms…

Spread arms with the call of joy;

Unwind the joyous memories like a toy.

I’m the unseen for the seen

My touch and presence they can’t feel.

Why am I different from the being?

I dwell with all but never spoken to.

I am never noticed cracking crystals,

Shaking beds, unlocking doors, banging metals…

Why they act unseen to me?

Why don’t they punish me?

Unseen are my happiness, my tears, my presence.

Neither can they sense my fragrance.

My nerves are numb, heart beats are dumb.

Why are they scared from me?

This moment; I walked across

The dark lobby and saw a mirror of life.

But, lost the present sense of mind

When saw no reflection of mine on the mirror down the line…

(The above poem is about a spirit who dwells in a house with a family…but unfortunately doesn’t know himself that he is dead…and is now a spirit…He is all happy but gets irritated with the undigested incidents that happens with him in the house… He encounters the truth when; frustrated;…he steps in front of the mirror and notices no reflection of his’…on the mirror down the line..!!)