‘If only,’ I muse staring at nothing

My conscience pricking, gnawing,

Clutching at my remorseful heart

Beating to torturous reminders.


The dark shadows of the past intrude,

They creep up silently to my present

They overwhelm, threaten to engulf

Me in emotions that I have held at bay


Forgotten memories are unleashed

From a time when I was different

Today they swash over my serenity

Stirring up waves of regretful acts.


Alas! It is too late, to make amends

But perhaps I can hope to start afresh

To atone for the misdeeds of the past

To appease it, as it impedes my present.

Image – Annie Spratt 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 (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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