What do you see?

 

Do you

Peek into me when I peek into you?

Do you

Look at me when I look at you?

Do you?

 

Tell me, what do you see?

 

A crumpled visage,

Like the last cookie in the jar

Guarding the vestiges of

A faded youth within a moten soul.

Is that what you see?

 

Or do you see me

Bereft of youth, bogged under

Optative, unfulfilled yearnings

Lugging my bag of weary bones

Is that what you see?

 

You and I together have aged

And yet, only I grew old

You, even with your

Dusty countenance,

Did not lose your shine

That is what I see.

Tell me, what do you see?

 

 

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

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