My Village Cemetery Ghost Poem by tharmingam khangrah

I saw her perched on a cemetery cross
To welcome me home to the place I belong
One rainy day long time ago
Beating the darkness with her bright dress.
That was a special treat no doubt
For she was invisible to my cousin
Who dragged me and thought I was possessed
For seeing something in emptiness.

She has dwelled inside me for long
For I never have overcome the fear
But lately I doubt my own sanity
As this is a testimony that can never be proved.
Few did seem to have seen her
Yet no one knows who she really is
She has withstood rains and ages
To give surprises to poor souls like me.

Now far from her reach in a strange land
I fancy that sometimes I miss her
Whenever I think of that far off village
Where ghost stories and myths still survive
Too far to be corrupted by busy civilization.
As life moves on I liken this incident
To a day I met a beautiful lady, in a coffee shop
Whom I have never met again in years
Which revealed to me, life is a big illusion.