Whispers of past
The time has changed,so am I
The past was fruitfull but present seems dry
It is hard to believe that I left everything behind
Their is a world that I lost , which my heart craves to find
This is a world where all my reminisce lies
Revealing the bitter truths,which I always try to disguise
A world which I fear to enter as it is full of distressing recollection
Thinking about which is like ,looking at my dreadful reflection
But appart from sorrows , an exquisite beauty it has,
A beauty that makes me feel estactic, as someone heals a broke glass
Sometimes I wish that I could go back to my past and never return
But past cannot be repeated because it is like a book tht is burnt
These memories of past always lie in a part of my heart
These memories are barbaric ,But still are my life\'s indeblible part