Reminiscing

.... I pondered and pondered trying to figure out why it felt so familiar.


Twas a distinguished voice, that ghost....


Looking through the glass screen of the modern mechanical wonder in front of me, i sought my own reflection. A reproduction of me. My image. Trapped in a glass crystal. Entombed in time and space. 


I looked at myself. Scanning through every bit of my 'self'. And what attracted  me the most was... 


The eyes. How the eyes looked so distant. Then i suddenly grasped the came to realization. That image was the ghost. The ghost of my past. 


And here I am.. Reminiscing the stories of the old. 


Telling myself the story again and again, as if forgetting it was not a choice. Living it is the ultimatum. 


Through my past, i saw my future. Through my future, i was my present. And in my present, i saw.... me. I am but a specter looking at myself living out my life. Forebearing a virtue.

Abreasted But Unaware

Engaged i was when a sudden spur of past memories....

Twas a strange feeling. A familiarity of which made my flesh tingle. What filled my mind was the feeling of the void. A feeling which long forgotten. Ululated whilst my hands, raised to the heavens. Frustrated. Please, not again. I thought.

I pondered into the nothingness once more.

To my amazement, in what i thought was emptiness.  i sought a sight. Twas a ghost. Envisioned the specter was reaching out its hands towards me. With graceful gesture and soft spoken words, it said

"Come".

"Come and be free"...

Abruptly I was already in a different realm. Twas quiet. Twas peaceful. Nothing was in sight then. The specter was gone.

Forthwith i awoken from the vision. Felt like eternity in a second's worth. I pondered and pondered trying to figure out why it felt so familiar.

Twas a distinguished voice, that ghost....

The Whimpering Ghosts of Greens

Travelling I was to the busyness bustle of dailies.

Fogged. Myst. Quietness albeit the heavy traffic of the streets. I heard a whisper. I heard a gloomy whimper. It was the ghosts of the greens. 

"Oh how i have lived!. Oh how i have lived!" whispered the trees. "The morning breeze is cooling, or hast no one noticed? Albeit the morning dew, is the breath of all my deeds. Worked vigorously I have. Tirelessly. Endlessly. For you must breathe, clean, fresh air. For I am here, only for your fare." 

"Oh how i have seen!. Oh how i have seen!" whispered the trees again. "Hungry ghosts everywhere. Hungry they are of my keep. Hast not no one discern? I gave but never take. And give, i have giveth. All of me, only for your fare."

It was cold. It was chilling. I saw the hungry ghosts encircling. Like buzzards cincturing.

A chainsaw in hand. 

I heard the buzzing.. I heard a whimper. I heard a scream. I heard a crackle, then a tumble. I then heard........ Silence. 

Then all ghosts of the greens, whispered..... 

"Oh how we have lived!. Oh how we have lived! We are here for your fare. And only for your fare. Be weary hungry ghosts, for we are not many anymore. Your hunger never ends. Your lust never extent. The world is changing. The climate is at an awakening..."

"Be weary oh hungry ghosts! Be weary of us greens!"

Then the winds was swift. Twirling the mist. A hot wind blew in with the heat swiveling. Afore more scorching. As if the skies was burning. 

The world is changing. The climate is at an awakening.

No more whispering. No more whimpering. No more greenings.

I realized there and then.

We are doomed.

Delineated Friendship of the Now

Agitated of late, pondering on what the so called 'friendship' is inclining to...

Friends are not whom they were aforetime. Or maybe, it is Me? Whichever way the ball rolls, its rolling swiftly and delicately. At a velocity no one can ever apprehend. Albeit this motion, no one even seem to comprehend. Doubt flows in my veins. Reluctance, embodied.

What is the whole bourn of friendship? If friendship no longer profounds the truth and acceptance of oneself, as is, as to be prominent, as its intended animus.

Hurt is what I feel. Grieving is what I am. A phase of which shows that I am aware of the parting. Expectations, no more. Just as is none of mayhaps. Too long have I been quiet. Too long have I sat in the dark. Watching. Learning. Feeling.

Its been too long.

The so called 'friend' is no more divine. Deprived of the word it has become. Left unsought. My feelings, unattended. No one to mend. No one to blend.

Friends are..... no more.