Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

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, …

  he placed a single rose, a pink blossom, on the swing where they used to meet, hold hands back when the days were carefree, gay and filled with friendship and laughter. Their love was platonic, innocent just like the free wind and the butterflies but alas! what seemed was …