Mind

I have not seen a ghost
Nor have I seen you
I know you are a ghost
Inside me quite true

Unfurled, smoky, spooky, stratus
Descending to be a tornado or a hurricane
Like those black darkening clouds
O'mind, you are inside me but unseen

An unseen tenant of malacious glee
Occupant of my brain, ten percent
Of a dark mass; I'm yet to see
Enlightenment in your whole of hundred percent

You're pregnant with emotions
Love is a rose in your lexicon
So was I pricked by thorns
Subsequent haunts on and on

O'mind love is divine, universal
Beyond that filthy urge physical
Realised, wouldn't have gone cynical
Would've served the poor, the infirm, logical

Gone waste, a perplexity
Misled life of complexity
Till my death o'mind your quality
Sheer trait of frivolity

May you change to be chaste
Stopping your hitherto haunt
May you escort till my breath last
Acceptable for me the benevolent best

poem by Indira Renganathan
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