Ghost of you - 1 

Who are you,
 A  virgin born out of the veritable coition of fire and stone,
 You are my petite piece of shelter, the grotesque devil I roam,
 You are perennially hiding behind the plumb mask I have worn 
 The  ghost of you, you reside in every brick of my jinxed home,  

 What are you,
  I play with your name, try to lend some sense to this crazy game, 
  I search for a modicum of method in this manic madness, 
  No matter where I start, ironically, the end is always the same,
  I’m helpless, the ghost of you lies doused in an ocean of sadness,

 Where are you,
 I ferret through the black shadows of the morbid eternity,
 I scream out your ineffable name in a voiceless voice,
 I am lost in the maze defined by this effervescent serenity,
 I perceive the ghost of you offering me a choiceless choice,

How do I reach you,
 My scream  echoes in the ensuing epochs  of the recalcitrant pain , yet remains silent,
 My macabre dream resonates through the infinite possiblities offered by wonts, yet  dwells in temples of incest,
 I spin a pandemic web in my desperate attempt to seduce you,
 The ghost of you always finds a way to eschew out of this labyrinth, ....... so whats new,       

The ghost of you,
 I am haunted by the apprehension about the future,
 I am ineluctably possessed by my irrevocable past,
 The Ghost Of You always hangs around like a deific specter,
 The dice of my perdition have already been cast.

Ghost of you - 2(sequel) 

My myopic desire, 
Is it my wandering lust or a wanderlust,
Am I anathemically blessed 0r beatifically cursed,
My tormented imagination conjures up a image full of skew,
My flights of fancy, funny, I call it the Ghost Of You

My plebeian existence,
I promenade and play with my perennial misery,
I phlegmatically dance in the courts of the Queen Bee,
I horribly miss you, as I did when I indulged in my First Sin,
My gothic existence, with a Ghost that has been,

My infinite peregrinations,
I am utterly fatigued of this long walk all around me,
I am desperately fooling around the periphery, don”t you see….          
I am making you accompany me on a morbid carpet of pain,
My insidious perversion, I till walk along the Ghost”s lane,

My mirrored memories,
Today everything around me seems do drastically placid,
The “last” month has spelt me some eons, they will go rancid.…..
There are no soldiers fighting on my side of the war,
Nineteen to the dozen ( Ha!! Derisive ), the Ghost, is it near or far…….        

My perplexing destiny,
Time dissolves into its own warp at the frills of a condemned cemetery,
None knows the answer to the petulant questions, as to what shall be,
There are putrescent walls that recount the features of a sad tale, 
 Is it the Ghost or is it You, dammit , for once, my discerning eyes fall!!

April  1997 - Amitabh Iyer