Past

...disturbs me to no ends. While I forgive people accountable for unnecessary chaos, I fail to erase any bit of it. Past was a stroke of beauty gone awry.Past is like an injected pain which I carry deep in my vein. Past was heart breaking. Past was a mockery of my helplessness. Past was evil and trickery in disguise. Past was people in pretense. Past was an account of false associations.

Past was neither spent in rhyme nor was it born out of any reason. Past wasn't principled. Past couldn't be guided in technique. Past lacked any logic. It couldn't be handled with expertise. Past was masterminded with brainless ideologies. Past was spent in ignorance. Past was an account of unfulfilled promises and unmet expectations. Past boasts of unspoken words and silent confessions. Past was parting in ways. Past speaks about lost love. Past witnessed broken friendships. Past was uncultured and unsophisticated. Past was a silent corridor. Past is the cause of this suppression. Past is now a locked door.

Past was spent in statelessness. Past was a trivial existence. Past was a forgettable experience. Past couldn't be rectified. It's neither justified. Past fell prey to false interpretations. It was a bloody gimmick. My past hangs over my head. It is still an ever consuming affair and a recurring nightmare.

I am a victim of my past. Why is it all but past ? Why do those impressions long last ?...