Sound of Silence

In the frugal chambers

Of my heart

Above the beats that echo

I hear the sound of silence.

It roars…


Pulsating within the confines

Of my reclusive heart,

Shackled and bound to

My closed-off self,

It rages…


Tempestuous and simmering

Like a pot

Of roiling emotions

It beats upon the hollow atria.

It raves…


Murmuring and whispering

Entreaties to me

Begging me to open

The walled-off ventricles

It rushes…


I close my eyes

To the memories and the pain.

How do I explain, that

In this sound of silence, I find

My solace…

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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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