I found this written on the cover of a water tank....
I am a ghost.
For I exist but do not live.
We take these bodies as if some host,
That is not us; Not even close.
I continue moving through the waves of contempt, battering against my soul like waves against some ancient ship.
This old vessel is coming close to a breach; What it needs is to find some beach. The rough waters of life are tearing it apart, turning brilliant blue to as black as my heart.
Poisoning every drop that washes against the body of a man who cannot ever win. If he does nothing he will surely drown, but any effort will also bring those around down.
So this ghost haunts the vessel, and at least for a time, he watches the world slowly fade to black; as he exists in a life upon which he turned his back.
Gaurab Mukherjee
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