I woke up from sleep
in the middle of the night
and heard some ghosts
cackling and dancing
I thought to be stern
To inform them my plight
That when I sleep I hate sound, I hate light
And only want emptiness embracing
How do I tell these dancing ghosts
The particularities of the way I sleep
Will they understand my craving for escapism
Or is it too much of what they have already seen
As I turned around with these thoughts
On how to approach the dancing ghosts
I thought of the nihilistic beauty of the universe
How absurd and short
I would rather wake up hearing
Ghosts singing and dancing
Than have my sleep interrupted
By sirens sad and wailing
How happy they are
That they descended back home
And made it a point
To dance through the night
Why must I selfishly interject
Their open display of love and care
Their attempt to exist for eternity
In a universe so incredibly finite
Glad the dancing ghosts stopped by
In this uncaring universe, I am reminded
That all that matters is love
All that will prevail is love
I love being alive
Privileged and fortunate
To hear dancing ghosts whisper to my soul
The secrets of the cosmos
---Keerthana Satheesh
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