Come back, my dear

My dear…
Do I miss you?
Ah, that is an understatement.
Does the dawn miss its dusk?
Is the moon complete without the stars?
Yes, it is sacrilege to ask, ‘Do I miss you?’
I wish…
I had valued you more when I had you.
Had I done that, mayhap, my todays
Would not seem as bleak
As my tomorrows?
So, of course, I miss you! No question.
I want…
To return to your fold
I crave your warm embrace, even your pace.
Anything…anything but this suspended
State of denial that all is well.
It is not, is it?
Oh, come back…
My normalcy, my mundane, lay life
Toiling amid the sundry chores of existence.
Oh, I beg you…come back
Embrace me once more, take me
Back to the normal that I have known.

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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.

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