Ghost Of Light House

I am a nomad
of thousand unsettled
a leaning
tower of tortoises
approaching to my shore
to lay their
eggs of pain and
a seagull
fetched her
paranoiac food
from my bleeding
liver .
let me sleep on the
seabed ,
where the eternal
ancient mariners
adorning a red carpet
with their
ageless crabs and
the scent of dead
girl friends.
now could see
That ghost of light house
drinking moon light
from the waving
breasts of
white ocean

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I am a poet, writing both in Malayalam and English. “For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been given to us, the ultimate, the final problem and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke,
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Swathi Rao

Very nicely depicted.

Nadeem Qazilbash

The ghost that has no soul or too many souls. The imagery is amazing, so difficult to put such thoughts in words.

ammu sachariah

beautiful poem. I liked it

Savi Mani

beautiful meaning ………….the Ghost who feels the pain…… much hidden meaning and hidden pain behind the poem……….liked it …..beautiful poem…..very beautiful use of words


A very novel and interesting concept for a poem…You write really well! Keep it going:)


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