Shadows left behind by thousands of moments,
Those moments casting shadows inducing torments,
Between life’s heights and depths I drifted through,
Preyed by haunting memories that never bid adieu.
But I have learnt to live with shadows left behind,
Nursing those scars as life continue to unwind,
Shadow is following and always at my side,
No matter how fast I run, there is no way to hide.
I live in the ever moving shadow of my present,
Boxing with it till my prefixed life time is spent,
Sigh mingled with sorrow escapes from my soul,
Imprisoned, guarded by shadow, with no parole.
But I am not in darkness, a feeling of contentment,
Living with shadows, I feel no resentment,
To cast a shadow there has to be light shining through,
My menacing silhouette won’t sink my spirit so low.