Salutations to my precious readers! In this blog let’s kick about the ghost.
Life is a game, state of being a ruler played by the real ghost,
Searching to discover the reality in the real deepmost.
Neither was the fortune nor the path is friendly,
Rough is the patch of life even for transitivity.
The desparate soul unleashing the real devil every moment,
Moving mad towards light however realising spirit limn endarkenment.
The personas always vocalise fake statements and false hopes,
Consequently, flows disbelief and distrust thereby triggering the application of the devil’s ropes.
Always hunting to find the truth behind the ghostly self,
However the bitter gospel light upon to lose control and making fool of oneself.
Enfeeble and unendurable rambling somewhere or nowhere spooky,
Chump change in oscillation reconstructing brio favourably.
The anguish, arrogance and intense pain let fall the real ghost,
Accordingly, lost the finer soul moreover with the bleeding heart howling innermost.
Squeezing the mind and suspecting the apropos of the confinement birth,
Finally, everything happens for sure in the wrong way right showing beyond doubt low self-worth.
Erratic mood swings reason being dark in self together with riotous and close-mouthed parents,
Kicking the bucket seems to endure the sweetness when compared to life’s fakements.
The miserable agony in everyday life made to forget the cry one’s heart out,
Wish to get rid of the befouled barrows madding the wisdom of cloud.
Vibrant Vaishnavi