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Prateeti Sengupta

Abstract Drama Fantasy

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Prateeti Sengupta

Abstract Drama Fantasy

Facing The Ghost

Facing The Ghost

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The Ghost in the mirror

beckons. Bodiless face, 

floating in the clouded glass,

It whispers, "I spy 

With my bleary eye - 

Stars in the sky,

Going out, popping

off. Planets fly, fires die, 

Until this fantastic,

Beyond dramatic,

Post traumatic, 

High stressed antic

fizzles out

into the horizon of 

This giant black bubble

Of dark faecal ice.

Do you?"


Do I what? Care? all that salvation,

And damnation, (soul starvation?)

All that sweet demolition,

the jiggling, the all-giggling,

particles wriggling,

to arrhythmic half-lives.

The all-dancing, quantum leaping,

Packets of energy,

Blinking on, shutting off,

High jumps and low dives,

In the vast trembling jelly

Of Life - mean a

Thing?


Not to me. 

(Big things or 

The small, mankind 

Loses all. Trust me!)

All I want is the hole

In the wall

To crawl through to 

the Other side of 

The mirror,

To the side of the Ghost:


For,

This grain of sand,

that minuscule drop, 

This little known,

that unknown vast,

Nothing but lost causes,

Just excuses, all.

Only to stall 

the final voyage,

To the Other side. 

(That is all.)

Well, here I am 

Once and for all,

Facing my Ghost,

waiting beyond 

The mirror on the wall.


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