Askance glances

Sometimes  I sit and look
sometimes I just sit
but most often I remember
the lines of her form
      Those eyes that peered        
Sometimes she was
a wraith in My mind
      often a thought      
Did I dream of her and make her real

      Souls speak      and then entwine      
logic says the body dies
      becomes dust      nothing remains      
Save maggots eating the flesh

But when the ghats light up the river
and the smell of burning flesh lingers
in the air
      at what time shall I be charred      
will it be the golden Sun ,
My namesake that will light My pyre  
or will the dankness of the Night ghouls
incinerate Me

      Thoughts are flights      
My soul shall be hers        
as I gave it to her
      Once and anon      
                   for safe-keeping