Sands of time


Through the spun filigree of dusk

As I bade farewell to another day

I ached for you.


Did the sifting sands of time stop?

Did my maimed heart skip a beat?


Swathed in reams of gloomy regret

I felt my heart throb painfully as

It ached for you.


Did our days together, our time together,

All that time ago, mean nothing to you?


You left me bereft, adrift in abject hurt.

Now, the beats of my heart echo in the

Empty chamber of my soul.


Time has not healed my tortured wounds.

Ah no, it has begged more time to comply.

Image credit – Bru-nO  via pixabay

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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