Memory and time

The jagged splinters of memory,

Through the wrap of time


Their beguiling charm

Coddling me, ensnaring me.

Dare I sink in?

Do I allow them to drag me back?

Isn’t time supposed to pass?

Then why do these shards of memory

Beckon so, dragging me back?

What answers does my subconscious

Seek in those myriad lanes of yore?

The shards that wall up my heart

Moan at their intrusion.

They keen at being needled into

This wakeful cognizance.

My heart does not want this

Invasive transgression, does it?


Like time,

It too just wants to be left alone

To beat its own passage

And left to its remembrances.



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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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