Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

Does she peek in or does she peek out? Is she a butterfly or a dreaming moth? Will she spread her wings, flutter away? Or will she sit, with the silence sway? Like a demure maiden, will she acquiesce? Or like one emboldened, will she egress? What’ll be her decision, …

  The incessant running, the travel, the waiting in lounges, Reek of a life that is always racing to someone else’s beat. Hard as we try, the running does not stop, we do not halt; In the melee to beat time, we run, unending in a loop.   But should …

Afar on the horizon the sun sinks Low, hiding under the shadows of night, Leaving behind hues of resplendence That awaken a yearning, a longing. Here I sit transfixed, gazing at the Vista; At the beauteous visage of the sunset. To me it seems like dreams woven in Gold that …