Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

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 …

You entreat with a gentle swoosh, your charms beckon As you blow through harried lands, parched for your love Swishing through the trees you playfully swirl up leaves. They rise up; they dance around, like marionettes in act.   O wily wind you blow through my parched land and life …