Unveiling Earthly Spirits: The Haunting Poem by P.K. Deb That Will Shake Your Soul
Ever wonder what it’d be like if spirits—crafted by human hands—could fall head over heels and make eternal promises beneath the breaking dawn? This poem spins such a curious tale, tangled in the wild chaos of “hunt or be hunted,” where emotion sparks like wildfire and fear sneaks in to flip the world upside down. It’s a vivid dance of dignity slipping beneath shadows and ghosts morphing into angels within places you’d least expect—saloons and beauty parlors, of all spots! Makes you ponder—could fear really be our unexpected ally, sweeping away the grime of evil with the storm of a new sunrise? And that bittersweet nod to time’s relentless march, packed inside a grandson’s shooting contest, feels like a quiet wish for those age-worn spirits to reclaim their once-mighty prowess. Dive in and let these words whirl you through a cyclone of emotion and timeless struggle.
Quite a wrangling time it was,
“Hunt or be hunted” was popular,
while two man-made spirits fell in love
and took an oath to live together for ever
in the witness of the rising sun.
A cool breeze of emotion and instinct flew in,
made the people pregnant instantly
and a chilled “Fear” was born in hot mind,
ensnared them to be upside down
to shed down the black belongings.
The protruded eyes conducted a quick survey
of the border-line of dignity to look within,
the flying legs returned to their base
and started marching on the given track,
the long and sharp nailed fingers hid
in the safe- shelter of grip in hurry,
the night-wings rooted out the blood-sucking teeth
and the ghosts joined in the hustle at the doors
of the saloons and beauty-parlours
to change themselves into angels and fairies.
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