“The Strange Webs of Sorrow”

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

“The Strange Webs of Sorrow”

Sanjay Singh

“The Strange Webs of Sorrow”

At night I wander through my thoughts,

searching for what the morning hides.

Your presence slips from the daylight,

but lingers in the soft corners of silence.

In the cradle of thought,

your words still breathe—

sometimes tender as rain upon thirsty soil,

sometimes sharp as glass under bare feet.

Acceptance and denial dance like twin flames,

burning the same heart that shelters them.

A hidden ache glitters in my chest,

beautiful like the scar of a fallen star,

pain flowering in secret gardens,

where love tries to grow despite the frost.

Though ruins lie scattered at my feet,

I walk among them with a pilgrim’s hope,

believing that love, like spring,

will stitch its green back into the earth.

Yet these hearts, restless and unsmiling,

cry like birds caught in cages of their own making.

And I—

a wanderer entangled in invisible threads,

lost in the strange webs of sorrow,

where conflict blooms without a cause,

like weeds in a garden once planted with roses.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh