Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

On a road oft traveled, the one that leads to something We all traverse, trudging on, plodding on in anticipation That it will lead us somewhere, to an end that is coveted. We walk, at times alone and single, at others with a mate Who in sickness and in health …

It echoes, it reverberates; the music; Unmindful I dance, in a tantric trance. Letting out frustration and all my angst As if one; I and my shadow romance.   We thump the floor, we ebb and flow Like a rowdy tide, crashing to shore. We gyrate, we undulate, all together …

Tippling down from the eaves, like a wine glass overflowing its rim; it undulates.   At times trailing a path from the roof, At others cascading down wilfully; It surges.   The sodden dusk bemoans, decries Separation from its lover, the sun; It pelts.   Sometimes it beats a staccato …