Being drawn into the past

Why is that I am being drawn

into the past

that which is very old

and to have been forgotten long back

Why is that

there is no respite

from the tentacles

that suck me into the dark,

the depths of history

The past that is empty

where there is no life

no beings

nothing that I have to offer

and nothing that I have to get

The past that is just

in my mind and fascination

The making of my mind

just like a nap

I take in the afternoon

to escape from the drudgery

There isn’t even a known soul

in the past

The people have long passed by

moved ahead

But I carry in me

a light burden of the past

wanting to shed it

and no place good enough for that