Ghost... Poem by Vivek Kumar

''Summer night and it's 2: 30 am...
Looking at stars, sitting on his favourite place...
God knows why he sighed and whispered a name...
But I, who knows how he earned pride and fame...
Wait, tonight is strange as he has not slept yet...
From this angle, all I am seeing is his eyes are wet...

Turning the lights on and he took a paper to write...
Can't find me but what if I am caught by his sight..?
Seems, that smile is on me but eyes are red as the ink...
keeps on writing as he has a deep ocean to drink...
Still, thirsty he goes to upstairs to capture starlight...
Let me see what is keeping him awaken in midnight...

Confused he wrote few lines and titled as ''Ghost''...
Possible if he can see me in corners or places utmost...?
Should I ask why he is writing this but afraid, I can't..!
May be, this dusk, he has learnt some spells and incants...
Finished gazing the stars, he is heading back to the room...
Seen worse but this time, he is breathing through vacuum...''

''Can't see you but you have seen all phases of mine...
So, all the winter I conceal, to those people I can't define...
A watcher, you better know me, tell where I went wrong...
Or at least hint me, I should sleep listening to which song...? ''