I was walking down the road
In the dead of the chilly night.
The road was desolate and dark,
Just me and my reflection in haze
I was about to end my search,
When the winds whispered behind
“What is it you seek restless soul?
Follow the cold in this deadly night”
I chased that wind that shook me,
The more I moved farther it went
Like I was lured towards a Ghost,
Whirling round and round inside me.
Then I chose to close my eyes,
Let it go and flow with the ghost.
It bothered me no more until it spoke,
“Open your eyes, welcome back to life“
©2021 Piyush Singh