Hunting for spirits;;;

When night falls, often I leave my home behind and start to wonder everywhere in the city. I passed some famous milestones of Jaunpur city, named Royal bridge, Royal Fort, and Atala Mosque etc. These old monuments were built in the time of Mughals, by the Tughalaq dynasty, and are still there, flaunting over it's glorious history. There was a time when the city of Jaunpur was called as 'Shiraj-e-Hind' but the time has changed now and it is now a small district.It has a glorious history and famous for it's culture even today. 
But I have no business with it's culture or history, I have a diffrent reason to visit these places at this time in city. I am fond of hunting the spirits, wondering uselessly in the city. And I become disapointed every day and have to return my home with empty handed late in night. Hunting for spirits seems very challenging job to me and I have developed a habit for this job because it gives me pleasure. I have written a few lines on my wondering in the city.

      

As the night falls, I wonder in the streets;

Nobody appears there, except only some beasts;

I see the closed shops, I see the night bulbs;

shining alone in the darkness, like a moon in desert.

I measure some more miles and reached at crossing;

It, too, is deserted, with no people visible on sight;
I hunt for spirits at this time in city;

and wish to be immortal, like the wondering spirits.

Many says, 'Spirits wonder in the night.'

and I try to search for them without having light;

But I don't find anyone of them here and there;

perhaps, they live somewhere else with pleasure.

There is the silence, everywhere on my way;

but I listen the sound of silence with fray;

I followed my shadow, and reached 'Royal bridge'; 

built a centuries ago, over the river 'Gomati'.

I stand over the bridge, and watched the flowing river;

I glance the moon reflection, on the clear water;

The illusion fasten me, over the edge of the bridge;

There is only me, with no one at least.

I leave the bridge behind and stroll ahead;

'The Royal Fort' appears, built a centuries back;

It is still there, flaunting over it's history;

and seems very bright, while ruining presently.

There was a time, when Mughals inhabited the fort;

Now, with no living creature inside it's mansion;

I was sure to find there some wondering souls;

but I find their offspring occupied the place as a whole.

I wonder some more distance and reach 'Atala Mosque';

The home of Allah, the place of only one God;

I see the muslim priest called Imam and their followers;

No spirit would like to occupy a divine place ever.

"Am I the only wondering spirit in the city?"

thinking over the question while measuring the city;

I return my home in broken and tired ways;

to take a nap, and hunt them again in upcoming days.
                                                                                                            Jitendra Gupta