Dark clouds roll into the firmament, claiming a dark reign; pouring in their nimbus fury, a torrential bout of rain... © Isha Garg
Month: May 2020
Equipoise
Away from this mire, to serenity and equipoise; no senselessness dire, no obstacle, no noise. Let the river of equanimity, carry all in its arms; the world in its entirety, protected from harm. Down to the ocean of placidity, withdrawn from delusion and fear, amid azure tranquility, one finds one's true Self near. Confusions reign… Continue reading Equipoise
Farmer’s Song
The earth longs for the rain, the thundering of the clouds; the freshness in the air, the retreat of the drought… When will this famine leave, when will lives prosper? When will times improve and life be better? For, after the rain, how fresh the air; green grasses effulge everywhere! Drenched fields produce in manifold… Continue reading Farmer’s Song
Hallowed Ground
Don't tread on the hallowed ground of my sins with those holier-than-thou feet, There is a spell to protect and keep sinners like you from its boundaries. I'd never cloaked myself in sanctity, was brave enough to brave your serpentine acrimony; had consecrated each divinely intoxicating memory, purging my soul of every human profanity... Now… Continue reading Hallowed Ground
MORNING NEWS
He was pugnacious even then, she recalled... How his lying, scheming, devious brain, had her appalled! Every word a deception, every act a subterfuge, so despicable! Yet amongst his social circle, this scoundrel was huge- 'so amiable'! Ironic to think that he was once her chosen one, and she his muse.... Until he made away… Continue reading MORNING NEWS
THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT
I’m just a passenger in the train of thought; I do not know the destination, yet I am not lost. The ride is smooth at times; and sometimes with jerks is fraught, when one thought meets another, collides, clashes; and then to peace is brought. Sometimes it meanders into dark tunnels, sometimes theories does it… Continue reading THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT
GROWING UP
Have you ever wondered, dear reader, what it would be like to go back in time and meet the child that you were- and tell that happy, innocent, and carefree person, that things would, and will, change; to look right into the eyes of your past and say that the people who seem invincible, would… Continue reading GROWING UP
On these times…
Dear reader, I’ve sometimes noticed how people, well most of them anyway, have trouble making and maintaining eye contact throughout the course of a conversation or remaining unperturbed and engaged, in the face of distraction – tending to be more comfortable talking (typing, chatting) behind a screen than actually conversing or meeting. Can we actually… Continue reading On these times…
A certain breeze…
There's a place where I go where a certain breeze blows, where every petal and every thorn, every copse and every grove, for the lost one does mourn... for the loved one, does mourn.... There's a place where I go, where the birds sing a quaint song of immortal, evergreen folklores in music unheard before,… Continue reading A certain breeze…
ON ART
One of the most celebrated, debated and discussed topic, art has as many multifarious interpretations as it has judges. Many have tried to fathom and explain its effect on the human heart and mind, and thus, I will be posting a few extracts from an article I penned about three years ago, in an attempt… Continue reading ON ART
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