Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

Teetering on the brink of my rim fringed with curling lashes, Dissonant they wait tentatively seeking permission to flow. Perhaps the shadows of the past intrude, impinge on today? Creeping up in weak moments they lay siege on my heart.   My sodden lids bear the brunt of the sorrowful …

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 …