Poems by Sher Chandley
Ghost of Love
Strains on the wind
A milky soft voice
A song of lament
The ghost of love
Swathed in pain
Spikes piercing
A well of sadness
That a heart once was
Warm trickle of blood
Staining lovely skin
Eyes brimming tears
Face clouded with regrets
Such bitter beauty
I reached out
Grabbing for the ethereal
A drawn soul
A scent of what was
Or could have been
And fell into the abyss
Of my own longing
Inhaling heartache
Trailing a ghost .
Something There
In the yawning emptiness
Deep within
Something there
Worth hearing
Bittersweet sounds
Copyright
@Sher Ali Khan