Shadows Of My Past

By Alisha Mahajan

The way his gaze pierced my soul,

It felt like a thousand knives at once;

Couldn’t comprehend the intensity in his eyes,

Mysterious must be his middle name.

Night drives intoxicated on the heavy tunes, while the moon tries to peak through,

Electricity waiting to ignite the sparks of passion, the humidity was a great fuse;

The moonlit sky was tranquillity at it’s finest, with stardust impregnated across,

Palpable tension felt in the air, mystified, waiting for the ball to drop.

Petrified to face the demons of the past,

Shadows lingering in the background waiting to pounce,

Internal turmoil stirring up an emotional storm,

Forced to battle the hypercritical voice within.

Confronting feelings of inadequacy and guilt,

Looking into a shattered mirror of possibilities;

Strangled by the fear of uncertainty looming ahead,

But the fire within refuses to extinguish amidst the dark and dread.

By Alisha Mahajan