Just as disembodied

Shadows  chase   me

Sometimes, whispers

Are hot on my heels

I run, I hide, away

From the voices, go to

The most silent places

The  mountains, the hills

But to my chagrin,

Echoes of my footsteps,

My  breathlessness,

And my desperate sighs,

Follow  me.

They are more vociferous

In my lonely room,

They  are soft whispers

In a desolate  field,

The most clamorous  echoes

Are in my heart, I hear them

When I close my  eyes

                                                        ~Sudha  Dixit

                                                              Bangalore, India