Our diverging paths

On the road we traveled, I found our paths diverging

Instead of one mind, dual thinking was emerging.

At a loss for reason, I looked about askance.

I thought I spied matrimony do a vanishing dance.

I looked at you then, my brimming eyes pleaded.

But, I saw no concern, your face was depleted.

It was devoid of emotion, there no love that I could see,

How had we come to this? How could this, us, be?

The silence gradually spread, encompassed our thinking.

I remembered a time when our path had been converging.

How we had started out together; hand in hand we had built.

How together, as one, with all problems we had dealt.

But I guess somewhere on the path we forgot to communicate.

We forgot to remember what it is that makes a union great.

Now I am left with things that I’ll never say out aloud to you

Because now on our diverging path; we can only regret and rue.


Image – Manuel Meurisse 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 (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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