The ghost of the haunted lighthouse, standing lonely by the sea,
Emerges every morning ‘twixt the hours of one and three,
His vacant eyes forlornly search the ocean, still in vain,
Where the vessel lies forever and the sailors' bones remain.
Up and down the stairs he drifts, and thrice around the lamp,
An empty bottle at his hip, the air all cold and damp.
He moans and wails a ghosty chant, a song that isn’t known
By men of breath who come to see a man who can’t atone.
These stories are as old as hills, the haunted lighthouse ghosts,
When lonely keepers kept lamps lit on deadly rocky coasts,
With powers sublime, when tempests raged, these souls were tested then
And stormy seas and weedy pipes meant death to that ship’s men.
God damned the Demons of Hell to Hell
God damned the Demons to Hell
Let us depart, Beloved
,Where their morbid howls don't swell,
In our ears, in our minds,
Coiling weaving diabolic binds.
Let us go, my Darling
To a place
All silence in the air...
No Devil, no Demon,
No Fetch, no Wanton,
Would never ever dare
To puncture our Quiet
With slanderous riot
Perverted lies,
Bone-chilling sighs...
Ghosty appearance,
Cryptic endearance,
Sad sobs and groans,
Agonized moans...
No, no!
Only silence shall be there
All sacred and quiet
A quivering friendly air
And we can talk...
Yes talk!
We can talk to our delight
And our cheery conversation
Alone may pierce the night.
...fiery the angels fell...
A lost train bound for November
lonesome wail of an engines whistle
Slicing through the night
Souls Destined for the rim of forever
casting from the light
Its shadows move across frozen
wastelands lost and forgotten
bound forever
A train old and cold
To the heart of nevermore
Ice of fridged engines hum silent
Brittle branches dance and sway
as the dreamscapes pass away
Inrush of wheels on steel
Frosty and distant Ice snapping at its heels
Vacant window of cabins pass
Ghosty faces loom in the deeping gloom
Hanging like lost pale white balloons
In a dusky funerals parade
A lost train bound for serenity
Watch as the snow of heavens in difference cascade
Twee…Twee,
Twi…twiti…twi;
We are birdie sing a song,
wake up Sun,
It’s time to work;
Ghosty night gone,
was past,
Now in bright side of life;
‘O’ my Sun give us warmth,
Glisten us with your ignis;
Twee…Twee,
Twi…twiti…twi;
Florets they bloom,
Wet in ravishing dew,
Strewing tipsy scent;
Wavy breeze cooling us,
We flutter dance;
Its a time beak to beak,
We are birdie sing a song,
Twee…Twee,
Twi…twiti…twi;
© Sadashivan Nair?
My mind cannot be at peace
Too much theories and speculations
Ghosts who never leave
Coupled with every disturbing illusions
Trouble without significance
Labeled without an identity
Yet heartfelt bears its substance
Almost a soulless entity
The lesser I thought was more to think
And the more I think… lesser was felt
Walking without sleeping in a living dream
I need not thread with caution but I need help
To feel without touch
To view without eyes
With pity I care too much
And I sympathise with lies
Compelling yet distasteful
The ghosty he who’ll never leave
Dis-spelling though mindful
A mind never to be at peace
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