Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

  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 …

I feast my eyes as I lie under the star encrusted sky; Under the gazillions of stars that twinkle and glitter, Sprinkled high up, like in Van Gogh’s starry night. They soothe my depleted spirit, they make me sigh.   But I know deep in my heart that all that …