Ghost

It was dark, it was gloomy, it was 2 PM at night,
I woke up with a sudden sound, I shuddered with fright;
I felt the sound bang again, on the front door,
I picked up the torch, but it failed to score;
I cried, I panicked, I found my hands go wet;
I felt my feet tickling, It was difficult to set,


Gathering courage, I rose up, I walked towards the door,
A strong breeze passes over my face, I fell on the floor,
I heard the voice all over again, this time someone screamed my name.
I found the voice somewhat similar, My grandfather had a voice, almost same,
I rose up again, I gathered up courage, I opened the door,
I saw with shaky eyes, my grandfather stood on the floor,


With shaky voice, with trembling legs, I asked him how he is?
He fut his hands on my forehead, and gave me a good bye kiss,
I realised it was the same day he had died,
I suddenly felt my self fall down, I cried,
I looked up to see him, he wasn't there, he was long gone,
I cried and cried, I wanted to see him again, I felt grief running across my every bone,


I realised how much, I miss him, I promised to be better,
From then I have risen, I have learnt to administer,
I still miss him, But, I know he is there with me,
He must be very happy, smiling with glee,
With this, I end the poem, the experience was worth sharing,
I don't know how you may feel, good or boring!!!

The Season of Love

Along comes the season of love,
With hopes of a better life, with the spices of a clove;
It blossoms in the atmosphere, like a free bird in the sky,
The tree leaves go evergreen, not even a single turns dry,
People seem to become happy, people seem to cheer up,
Words become difficult to come out, even with a burp;
Along comes the season of love,
With hopes of a better life, with the spices of a clove,



Love brings tears, love brings joy,
Some depict love as moments, some as a playing toy,
The feeling of loving and staying by their side,
Imbibes a sense of affection, a sense of pride;
Lovers realise the moments, they will cherish,
These will stay together with them, till they perish
Along comes the season of love,
With hopes of a better life, with the spices of a clove.