In the bustling ado of my life, chaos reigns
The ambling morn picks up pace, it trots by,
Often meshing into a rushed afternoon.
That too brings no respite, no succor; it spills
Forth into the twilight of the dusky evening
And then night descends, veiling my efforts.
Try as I do, I’m unable to lengthen the day
I’m unable to hold onto some more time
To get the things done that need to be done.
Alas! In this constant flux, the hubbub that
I call my life; my life itself is not mine to live.
It is passing to the beat of frenzy and bedlam.
Image – Hans Peter gauster via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

Check Also

Space in my soul

That space in my soul The one that I guarded with All the beats of …

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *