Whispers of past

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