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A GHOST'S STORY
Dear friend,
This is not fiction. Neither is it a true life incident. Actually no one knows what it is. But why is it here, because you would have seen this dream before. Or you will see it one day no matter who you are or where you are, you will take this ride in one of your dreams before you die. You will visit this place and see it exactly the way it is seen by everyone. Why and how?nobody knows. Who the prince is?nobody knows. Its like a legacy of every human being to live the life of this prince on that day.if you have already seen it, I don't have to explain anymore.
If you haven't, you will and it will be very similar to this. It enchanted me and mystified everyone who ever happen to see it. Believe me its an experience that u will never forget and it will make u cold the day u actually see it. Its like his ghost is pleading to us and using our life to correct his gravest mistake that cost him his life. But why does it happen with everyone?nobody knows.
A GHOST'S STORY
If you wash ashore a cryptic island,
While drifting in a gospels dream,
You will see that it's almost frozen,
In the silence of a distant scream.
Land stretches out into the horizon,
There's a song ebbing in the air,
There are people who seem to be reliving,
What confides as an ancient life.
If you think about taking a ride,
Through the sun bathed country side,
You will feel that it's worth abiding,
There's a secret that these meadows hide...for you:
There are trees where the fields end,
And there's a house with a royal trend,
It's like a castle with opulent windows;
And a lost feeling has turned more evident.
If you pause to ask somebody,
You need a shelter from the fading light,
If you listen more closely they're saying,
That's the house you should have stayed tonight in,
That's the house you should have spent the night in,
As it could be, should be, would be only so.
If you consider the state of things,
It's not a bad call after all,
But as you step beyond the wooden fencing,
You will feel you've been there before.
The little garden seems to be the same,
Those break in the fencing just around the corner,
The tree where once you carved your name,
You have never felt anything more closer.
If you think about stepping in,
And through the garden you reach the door,
And for a moment the bell keeps on ringing
Before you realize the door was never closed...for you:
There are people inside the house
And there are people running out,
It's that day you have always remembered,
And was it your name they're calling aloud?
If you pause to ask somebody,
You need a shelter from the fading light,
If you listen more closely they're saying,
This is the house you should have stayed tonight in,
This is the house you should have spent the night in,
As it could be, should be, would be only so.
Gauging the sight of uncertain time,
You realize the stage is set for your part,
That they are people you seem to remember,
Some from your childhood and then from your youth.
And you go around the house for one time,
To feel the hurt of this fateful night,
Blood raging against own blood,
Love being torched as sacrifice.
And if your tears have blurred your gaze,
As it pauses on a familiar face,
The grace revealed as a post eclipse,
You will remember her as your fiancé.
If a cold hand is holding your arm,
And the lady has a colonial charm,
And if she calls you my dear son,
Through her eyes you will remember everyone.
Holding your hand she will cry,
Falling at your feet she will beg you to try,
To forgive your brother, your blood, your love,
And ask you to stay at least for the night.
If you want to know why you wanted to go,
Rest assured, you were never sure,
But there was rage, hatred and a rain of emotions,
And the promise that you will be back for sure.
Don't ask me what happened there,
Just that you left that day never to return,
Was a price too much they had to pay,
And do me a favor by stating so.
If you feel her cold tears at your feet,
Embrace her and hold her tight,
Promise her of your lasting sight,
Hold your love and tell her so,
That may heavens fall apart,
But this house won't fall,
And tell everyone that you're going to stay,
As long as there will be night and day.
Now if you hear somebody crying,
Ignore it for it's the sans of a prince,
Who was till now, like a frozen dream,
Stranded in the timeless time.
If you wash ashore a cryptic island,
While drifting in a gospels dream,
You will see that it's almost dawning,
In that island by the sea.
Land stretches out into the horizon,
There's a song humming in the air,
And there are people, who seem to be living,
What confides as a moral life.
If you pause to ask somebody,
You need to know what happened there,
If you listen more closely they're saying,
Nothing stands here above love anymore,
All that's worth in life, is what its worth for,
As it would be, could be, should be only so. Only so!
Krishna.
