In its cradle, the crescent moon slept

Occasionally peaking from behind the eiderdown

Of soft cottony clouds that blew wantonly,

Almost willfully in the skies.


Ah! It was a starry, starry night;

Made of twinkling brilliance amid the granite skies.

The stars sparkled, magical dust of diamonds

Strewn on the canvass of the world.

They winked and twinkled like little crystals

Sewn into the obsidian gown of the debutante moon.


The lover in me gazed and sighed

At the beauty O so carelessly draped

Over the world like an artist’s masterstroke,

Just like dreams, left to wander in the dark night.

Image – Benjamin Voros via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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