The psychics said that Maira was being attached
by an angry ghost
because she had been a witch in a previous life.
During her witchery, she has killed a person,
and that person’s spirit held a grudge.
The ghost planned to hunt Maria for her entire life.
That life was sadly short.
Maria poisoned herself when she was sixteen.
When she was gone, all activity stopped.
I am Maria in this life.
Like the sun in the sky,
I find myself shining in my own space.
Burning myself to brighten you up.
But the shade is behind you,
which remind you of my red.
Thunder nights and I’m with you.
Believing that you’re looking me through.
Feeling your hands touching my hair,
but what you see is just a curtain flare.
I know you love this windy layer,
but you don’t realize I’m breathing air.
I can’t see you neither I can hear.
You’re also alone as like me,
so you come near to set self free.
Difference is just I’m a wind-ow.
And you are some one’s widow.
So, it’s up to you how you thrive.
But still your presence
make me feel alive.
Earth and sky bathing in sun-rays.
Drunk beetles singing melodies.
Anxious heart flowing with river of notes.
Divine love pouring in the heaven.
Thirsty heart yearning for your blessings,
inside me, inside my heart
your voices echos today
everywhere.
I’m lost in singing your praises:
this man remembers you.
The entire cosmos gets together today
to sprout a dormant dream inside me.
Even if Earth drowns in the great flood,
my heart still remains thirsty.
Let me be blessed with
an ounce of your love.
Let this dagger of love
pierce my heart today.