a soul in attire

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I am here behind you
bent on the table 
with piercing eyes on the message
inviting you to dinner tonight 
alone at his apartment
to be or not to be
that is the question

you cannot see me
I was burning in the funeral pyres
first it fumed and fretted  
and then a smoke burst out
then flames flew into heights
with fragrant incense
and with a stubby smell
i passed into the ethereal

After you all were gone,  
I lamented silently for moments
with a desire to be with you 

we in the world of the ether  
has no shortage or scarcity
so I took an attire
where my hair reminding an ad 
with sharp flying atonement
my brow with no wrinkles deserving
and eye lashes a muddy barren marsh
my eyes burning cavities
and nose a stuffy calamity

I see you in the most beautiful attire

I bought you

You are sad, I can feel.

I couldn’t feel the fragrance of your beauty

We of the other world cannot smell

The smells we had had when we were hither

The stuffy nose would not accept

the perfumes of feminine beauty

Still I longed you in the way

You are now

A confused beauty

Sighing every moment

Had you not kept silent

I would sit by your side

Listening to the evil rhythm of your scolding

I had visited his apartment

Before I visited you

He had a smile on his face

One of victory

He must be waiting to cuddle

the brunette flying in breeze

He had always envied me for it

From the college days

When I was in love

I quarreled with you

He was all calm and serene

I stand here to see what you would type

You are not aware of me

You would shout at my presence

In fright and awe

But you cannot see me

And you cannot hear me

I may sing to your bosom

Your favorite tunes

Which I had never done

Love was abundant outside

On the riversides and in lakes

On mountains insurmountable

A mirage of real life!

And at last you typed:

You shabby idiot!

Is it me or he?

All-knowing soul  fails to read you right!

No wonder, I always lost you.