The brooding blues of your days

And the bleeding red’s of mine

Hold us at bay, as sightless we

Navigate these treacherous lanes

Of our hearts, beating in tandem.


In this pantomime we call our life

We waltz together, enshrouded

By the deep shadows of our past

Fearful that our chiastic thoughts

May impinge upon our future.


And yet, we do sigh with a deep

Yearning that clutches at the heart.

The moaning floors, griping, aching

With the longing we embody in us

Keen, bewail for our lustful embrace.


For they know, more than us that

In the maleficent hearts of others

Our plenary love will supplice.

They fear that our senses may be

Shrouded just like our sights were.


But even if that does ever ensue

Even if they do wretch us apart,

By clawing their way between a

Space that our immortal love seals

Know this – I shall always love you!


Author’s Note – This poem is an amorous expression of love. The colours in the first quintain are used to depict the character, nature and emotional stimuli of the lovers. The Brooding blues denote the man’s mood and the bleeding red’s the woman’s passion for him.



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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  1. This is a magnificent piece of work. Vivid imagery and powerful emotions come through. Great one, Sonal.

  2. Beautiful poem. ❤️

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