Colors That Changed Overnight

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Colors That Changed Overnight

Sanjay Singh

Colors That Changed Overnight

Why is it, dear life,

that without warning

you send a sudden ripple through the heart,

and the face I thought I had forgotten

returns like moonlight

slipping quietly into a darkened room?

Even the tiniest things—

the rustle of leaves,

a half-empty cup cooling on the table—

become messengers of your memory,

carrying whispers from moments

I didn’t even know I had kept.

Yesterday was a silken scarf,

woven with gold threads of laughter,

but today the colors have turned,

fading like roses pressed between old pages,

and my heart beats with a quiet ache

I cannot name.

Without you,

the castles of my dreams

stand in ruins,

their turrets falling gently into the wells of my eyes.

The road is the same,

the journey the same,

but the warmth beside me is gone—

and my shadow walks alone.

Where are those intoxicating evenings

that tasted of rain and jasmine?

Where are those sunlit days

that wrapped us in their arms,

only to slip away

like the last notes of a song

that will never be sung again?

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh