Saturday, February 18, 2006

Exorcism

Memories of you
Are like ghosts
That haunt my psyche
My mind
And sometimes,
Even my living breath

They rise up
When I least expect them
Hitting me hard in the gut,
Leaving me unable to breathe

I often wish for an exorcism
To end this torment
Alas, no priest,
Or spell
Can get rid of the residue
You’ve left on my senses.

You are not here,
But, yet are.
So much
More than ever

I wish, when you left,
You’d also taken
Your ghosts with you.

3 comments:

RamaDrama said...

these lines are beautiful--
"Alas, no priest,
Or spell
Can get rid of the residue
You’ve left on my senses.". Simple yet very affecting.

bharath said...

nice lines. all of them.

getting some fresh air ends suffocation. :) energy after all is good thing.

Vivek Sharma said...

this is beautifully bitter!
Really nice. And the ending: oh! just loved it!