Suddenly the ghostly image surfaced
In wavy shadow and penetrating chilly eyes
While with choking fears and hypnotized feels
I trembled thinking that as hallucinating highs.
The ghost questioned in caustic and harsh tones
To know about the failures in my life's journey
And somehow being courageous and bold
I asked the meanings of failures as if a trainee.
Reply came without hesitations and with mocks
That failure always creates perplexed agonies
To which I answered that my failures many
Stand as the pillars of my successful tourneys.
The ghost of my negative feels and instincts
Understood the resultant 'zero' with hasty retreat
On the face of contentment and average theory
As I was progressing spiritually being fighting fit.
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Good job
won;t you join and post to my group?
ghosttales.gather.com
Thanks Mandy ... and I have joined your group and posted as well.
Thanks for the invite.
Magi
Thanks Magi.
The appreciations of you all have made me happier.
Thanks again.
I'm glad the speaker talked back to his ghosty.
Inspirational and true poem.
Take care.