Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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The jagged splinters of memory,
Through the wrap of time
Beckon.
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?
No…
Like time,
It too just wants to be left alone
To beat its own passage
And left to its remembrances.
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