Long buried secrets of past,
Sprung up like vampires at last,
Letting out a deafening shriek,
Across my soul something creaked.
Clawing to make shreds of my soul,
Gnawing at my sanity in whole,
Past is like a predator crouching to attack,
Ceaselessly chasing devil on my back.
Feeding at the soul like a parasite,
It preys on mind in night or broad daylight,
Holding my senses as hostage,
Confining me in to its bondage.
From memories I try to paddle away,
But they keep floating nearby, to my dismay,
They circle me like hungry sharks,
Munching me with it’s jaws in the dark.
(C)K.Radhakrishnan