Ode to the ghost

I am a gust of wind

trapped in a corked bottle that

is raring to go,

blow

slow

cool breeze

on my beloved's face

but cannot find an outlet.

I am the feeling

supressed

in a lovers heart

that longs to

cry out,

shout out,

words of tender love

but cannot find a voice.

I am the word in tiny print

hidden in a long prose

that craves for attention but

goes unspoken

unheard,

unseen

in an old forgotten leather bound book.

I am the tears in the eyes

of misfortune

that cannot

flow

and

show

its sadness,

its emptiness

-its lonliness.

I am the bud

of a beautiful flower

that died

before it

could bloom.

This is for the ghost who is oft misunderstood, who stands without a voice and yet with so much feeling. The ghost who is trapped in a space where he should not be - a place from where he cannot move on and yet the world around him cannot wait to do just that.

This is so ❤️

@ Soumi - if you are reading this, is that kivanc and Tuba from Cesur ve Guzel in your photo?

@bitch - depends on what you are looking for. Some of us like the Ghost and some like Vyom. So depending on where you are looking to find your ideal story and how the balances tip at any given time, you may or maynot enjoy it. Having said that, I personally find the show very slow and uninspiring, but for the ghost and his mystery. So the show will only work for me if it is different and I just think a couple fighting all odds and a paranormal being is not different and holds little interest in my books. but that is just me. I prefer the posher and more upgraded version of Indian soaps that one finds on turkish TV!