It floats heavenward
on a zephyr of my hope;
plucking at the tuft
of pristine cottony cloud,
it flits and flies, rising up.
It is joy, unbound
of my gay spirited laugh;
on the wings of dreams
it gains momentum to rise
and ascends towards the sky.
From the sylvan glade
i spy this play of my dreams.
A needed vista.
My heart burgeoning with love,
I am gleeful, euphoric.
Such is the beauty
when hope and joy confluence.
Happiness transcends,
a rosy glow permeates;
life holds a deeper meaning.
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Sonal Singh
Sonal Singh is the Founder/Director of a manpower search firm called Rian Placements. She dabbles in travel and writing. She believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, this is what she attempts to capture through her writing.
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Just no words to describe it dear…a confluence of to emotions.. i can only admire how you guys just keep writing every poem and prose with such deep intense feelings…awesome