“His is a poetry of brilliant metaphors and similes ... he remains, at all times, the philosopher-poet, the one creating a balancing act between being and non-being.”
Thomas McCarthy
 
“Mystical and cosmic, the poems in Sonnet Mondal’s Karmic Chanting hover between worlds the way nostalgia lingers in the imagination. Mondal’s verse is untethered from the constraints of narrative, fully aware that ‘[s]omething beyond my convictions/is awaiting to undress itself’. Over the course of this collection, these poems unfold and explore the countless lines in my palms ... like rivers into the unending.”
Brian Turner
 
“With daily incidents and accidents, musings and reverence, Karmic Chanting kisses ‘the muse of its roots’, bringing to life the mystic traditions of Rumi and Kahlil Gibran. Recognizing our transience, suffering, and spiritual awakenings, Sonnet Mondal offers unwavering faith in the ‘intangibles’ and in the invisible ‘sovereignty of love’. Whether in the ‘charity of wilderness’, in the ‘forlorn boat of nostalgia’, or aside the ‘feeble ditch’, Mondal maps out the insomnia of the heart like rainfall’s ‘mantras in the zero hour’. The Latin spirare, our root of spirit, means to breathe. Karmic Chanting breathes into the soul of the matter and carries an impassioned ‘spirit of inquiry’, gifting the readers with its unique source of light.”
Elena Karina Byrne
 
“In Sonnet Mondal’s poems the beauty of intricate lyric movements, never far from the world of natural forms, draws the reader into the zone of inwardness. Difficult abstractions are fleshed with feeling, and we face childhood, feel the pulse of desire, and the encircling presence of mortal ruin.”
Meena Alexander
 
“The poems by Sonnet Mondal are characterised by a strong meditative vein that, as in poets like Walt Whitman or Robert Frost, keeps illuminating the journey of life and the abundance of our little planet, a strong dislike for various forms of oppressive power, pride and violence, an unfailing commitment to the privacy of the self, a reassuring faith in the ceaseless creativity of nature-’the charity of wilderness’, as the poet would qualify it a search for the origins of everything that one may come across in poets like Pablo Neruda and an unmistakable moral vein that is not dimmed by the inevitable conflicts of earthly existence. There is poetry here, but it goes beyond mere verbal play that seems to define a lot of contemporary poetry.”
K. Satchidanandan