Ishaisms, Poetry

The Currently Classic

A gossamer affection dipped in monochrome is born, as the uncrowded lanes of memory we walk down; nostalgia nonchalantly negates the chrysalis within our souls making hearts soar as we near this tedious technicolour world... We dream of the classics in our waking realities, crave for a drop of poetry in this mundane madness -… Continue reading The Currently Classic

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The Boatman Series (7) – The Boatman and the Tale of the Moneylender

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters - the stench of smouldering ashes in the atmosphere; the pungent reek of the bloody and the bloodier, greet the Moneylender when he returns to the harbour - asking, "How now, Boatman, is that you by the pillar?" - and nears him to examine his countenance clearer -… Continue reading The Boatman Series (7) – The Boatman and the Tale of the Moneylender

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The Boatman Series (6) – The Boatman and the return of the Traveller

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters, the Boatman comes home in the midnight hour; upon entering senses the presence something sinister, as the faint smell of smoke suggests a late night visitor. Suddenly, he feels a hand upon his shoulder jumping in alarm as he lays eyes on the solitary smoker - though he… Continue reading The Boatman Series (6) – The Boatman and the return of the Traveller

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The Boatman Series (5) – The Boatman and the Reminder

Starless winter night, the cold dark waters... the Boatman and the silent tales of the harbour... are mere dreams now, that will not cease to recur, even as he embarks on a new life away from the mire leaving behind a fretful ferryman, and a sorry sailor. How stories can change life, he reflects over… Continue reading The Boatman Series (5) – The Boatman and the Reminder

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The Boatman Series (4) – The Boatman and the Harbour

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters - a boat floats mid river, away from the travellers. Waiting, clueless, at the misty harbour, the Boatman takes off his red-stained sweater. Aghast and afraid he pulls it closer, rendered doubtless and faint by his sniffer. At a distance a murmuring crowd draws together - the Boatman… Continue reading The Boatman Series (4) – The Boatman and the Harbour

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The Boatman Series (3) – The Boatman and the Moneylender

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters, the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers; then jumps out upon that same old harbour, leaving the lonely boat unanchored... Of the story he has now much gathered, from the traveller, the mother and a boat ride he vaguely remembers. Entranced, he walks up to the last… Continue reading The Boatman Series (3) – The Boatman and the Moneylender

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The Boatman Series (2) – The Boatman and The Mother

Starless winter night, the cold dark waters - the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers - yet waiting in agony at the rainy harbour, stands an old woman with a man's hat for shelter, crying, "How now Boatman, are you there? My son took the ferry last Wednesday, and I've heard none from him… Continue reading The Boatman Series (2) – The Boatman and The Mother

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Make Mischief

The night sky conspires and the playful stars make mischief a purple evening is unveiled glimmering, sparkling beyond belief! Clouds carpet their airy domain as lamps beam for the lovers to behold the iridescent moon that welcomes them their eyes lit, lit like their souls... And then the rain does shower in sonatas sweeter than… Continue reading Make Mischief