Ghosts of the Past

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.


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Poet K.Radhakrishnan lives in Bhopal city, India. Born on 4th November 1955. He is an underwriter by profession and worked as a senior level executive in NEWINDIA ASSURANCE, India's largest General Insurance Company till his retirement. He is engaged in consultant activities and insurance education. He has co-authored three insurance text books for NATIONAL COUNCIL OF EDUCATION, TRAINING AND RESEARCH(NCERT), INDIA. He has a passion for writing poetry which he pursued after retirement from his job. His first poetry book REFLECTION OF SOUL was published by LULU PRESS and is selling in Amazon and Barnes& Nobles His second book ERUPTION OF BOTTLED UP EMOTINS is under publication.

3 thoughts on “Ghosts of the Past

  1. Anoucheka

    The past and its memories, always being there in our hearts, like a burning candle…enjoyed this moving piece


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