I live, normally, in the present day
Don’t brood over that’s gone away
Nor worried about what’s in future
Being happy-go-lucky is my nature
Sometimes when I am not busy
The mind wanders a bit uneasy
And from several dark corners
I heard mysterious whispers
The voice of a certain phantom,
Asking me why I forgot custom
I should not have betrayed him
Did I really? Or was it his whim?
I moved on, I didn’t betray,
In past, forever, I couldn’t stay
But those who are left behind,
Now want me the clock to rewind
Backtrack in the memory lane,
I do that as much as I can
The river of memory flows back,
Voices are in the eerie soundtrack
They beckon me in a flashback
Showing a riddle that I must crack
Such kind of whispers in memory
Are sheer torture, pain, and misery
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India