Souls That Weren’t Done Living

At times I wonder,

About the sounds I hear.

At the dead of night.

The voices whose source

I never find.


A tap in the dark,

A shadow

in the corner,

Shapes that vanish,

As I look

Over my shoulder.


I sense them around me,

At the dead of night.

The unfulfilled dreams,

Hiding out of sight.

Waiting to be discovered.

Behind the Blinds


I see them, a glance,

But for a second,

They vanish and pretend

to have never existed,

Scared to scare me away,

Waiting to be acknowledged.


Sometimes, just sometimes

I hear more.

A whisper,

As soft as rustling leaves,

Or ever so slight a breeze,

Trying to tell me something.


Maybe their stories,

That nobody wrote.

Maybe their wishes,

That were never fulfilled.

Or maybe they just need,

A ear that listens.


They lurk behind the shadows

Beyond my room

Sometimes, within.

Waiting for me.

The ghosts of yesteryear.

Souls that weren’t done living.


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  1. my valiant soul

    Loved the raw emotion and word play.

  2. Rajlakshmi

    That last line pack a punch. So beautifully written… There’s a subtle feeling of longing in your words that touched me.

  3. Sudhir Chauhan

    a thinking mind….. what if someone from inside us is trying to communicate…… I always wonder the same……

    1. Ranjini

      From inside us. That’s interesting. Could you please elaborate? ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Sudhir Chauhan

        the wise soul inside us talks to us and helps us in solving real life issues…. thats what we refer to as getting ideas……

        1. Ranjini

          Ah got it. That does happen. There is a conversation between two differently opinionated people within us.

          But this is, just plain voices we hear within the room whose source we cant find. Specially when there is no one else around.

          Btw, I am unable to comment on your posts. This one in particular –

          1. Sudhir Chauhan

            yes…… you got it….. the link is opening, I just tried…..

  4. teny

    Nicely written ๐Ÿ™‚
    Ippol aalochikkunnathu – “prethem illaayirunnenkilo…kilo…kilo” ๐Ÿ˜€

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