I spun the dagger like a roulette wheel,
The world anointed me to rejoice its edgy feel,
A gash spread across my eye, as I kneel
Blood dripping from the layers of skin I peel.
Mirror chanted hymns for the funeral of my eye,
A new world dawned as I challenge for a roll of die,
The number appears to be a naked lie,
When I see with the ghost of my eye.
A haughty sailor and his scarred lip,
On still waters he downed the mast and weakened grip,
I could foresee a storm at the tip,
Into the river’s whirlpool we made a flip.
Drowned into the pool of red sea,
A by-product of all the wars we wage,
Another eye showed landscapes devoid of rage,
Proving the deception by the ghost of my eye.
A rugged mountaineer’s broken pick-axe,
On steeper slopes he loved to relax,
Dug himself out of wild avalanches,
Reality’s rise, I shiver at the base camp,
Enjoying the view of mountains towering high,
Another eye touched the clouds that fly.
A world alien to my naked eye
Revealed by the ghost of my eye.
The paper rockets flew across the park,
Hands of children, a tree form a merry-go-round
The world in other eye started to grow dark
Mothers crying on the cold shoulders
Of their better halves for their dead children,
Stoned to death, by a brute force
The paper rocket’s snout makes a fly-by,
As I blindfold the ghost of my eye.
Across the creeks on the levee, a faded glow
The river suffered from a broken flow,
Rays from the sun were broken by the trees,
The dust on my eye-glasses gets its due,
Dollops of snow held by the branches,
Slowly they melt and hit the ground,
Drops of melancholy from a plant for its flower,
As I rubbed the ghost of my eye.
Sound of my heart is deafening to my ears,
Fading moonlight is blinding to my eyes,
Signaling the departure of a closed one.
She moved away like a hurricane,
Like a storm residing in my eye
Sucking all the tears that would have dried
Drowning me in my tear glands.
Leaving me with the ghost of my eye.
