Ghosts from the past, they seem,
These shadows, unheard, unseen,
How I wish they would let me be,
Lonesome, numb, however serene.
They listen not; they lurk behind,
Clouding vision, these tears unkind,
I cannot fathom why they cling,
Bygones they are, not out of mind.
Rougher terrain, weather unfair,
All the worlds a dizzy fanfare,
Quicksand, this yore of mine,
Life is a battle and ally despair.
3 comments:
Yes, Smita, ghosts from the past do cast their shadows onto the present and pull the strings so much that they almost break sometimes...
Nice emotional poem.
Life, as it is! Liked the description and way of expressing! :)
Thanks Shail. I am glad you liked it.
Thanks Sourav for stopping by my blog.
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