Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

In the bustling ado of my life, chaos reigns The ambling morn picks up pace, it trots by, Often meshing into a rushed afternoon. That too brings no respite, no succor; it spills Forth into the twilight of the dusky evening And then night descends, veiling my efforts. Try as …

The night lifts its veil and like a new bride The morning peeks from the horizon Holding promises of hope. Shy and timid, it decks itself up in hues of Red, gold and orange ochre, splashed With the merest of yellow. Image – Federico Respini via unsplash

A missive to you my love, from a shore far Let it travel on the water, under the lit star Ah! Be still my mourning heart, shush! Heal Even though time and fate did our love seal.   I pine evermore for you, in the long eventide I often seek, …