Clandestine Whispers

It’s crawling inside me somewhere,

Stealing the tranquility of my existence,

Singing with a dead voice

In the pitch dark of the night.

It loves me with a bondage flare

And somehow knows me inside out.

The church bell chimes like death to me

When it hisses like a hell born knight.

It’s quiet in some eerie corner here

Waiting to put me into sleep,

I never saw it coming near

But it’s already deep inside of me.

Freezing chill, its sadistic cheer

Breathing into my broken soul;

Not content, it craves for more

It’s her; wish she would set me free.

Sarcasm plays; her words like fire

Oh Guilt, why hold me so dear!

But I sailed triumphant through anguished dawns

Now she won’t let me rejoice or be alone.

-Vaisakhi Mishra