Now all that’s left is an armchair - his sweetheart graces it no more, although there’s still a strand of her chestnut hair… “Oh! come back to me”, he silently implores. The day she left flashes before his eyes… He tries his best, his tears to conceal; realizing in hindsight how time flies, how does… Continue reading Armchair
Month: September 2022
All good things to those who…
You love the sunny weather, but the heat is too strong yet you can't complain - at least, the rain has stopped browning leaves have retained colour and moisture kisses the ground as you wait for your prayers to be answered chained by the fear that they won't... You fight against the barricades that restrain… Continue reading All good things to those who…
Tonic (haiku)
She is the tonicthat makes the poet tipsyHe then drips in verse ©
The Old Crowd
Where is the old crowd now? The old poets, those storytellers... Where are they that never took a bow, quiet, sincere, bold creators? Oh, shallow and pretentious these days every Tom, Dick and Harry gallivant the streets! Poetry replaced with hollow syllables and phrase - not dripping with soul as they used to be. I'm… Continue reading The Old Crowd
Disbeliever
It was on the first of January, dark grey skies, his fiftieth new year - when straight to the hospital, the family did carry, The Disbeliever, in hopes he’d recover. Hospital sounds, and smells and fear, (A contrast to the outside festivity); The wife dabbed at her wet eyes, “Oh, dear! Oh dear! Is this… Continue reading Disbeliever
Maya
There are cultures that I've heard ofwhere love is regardedas the greatest curseOne that controlsunder the veil of willdevastates the onethat agrees to be in itThe world celebrates lovein each other's facesin the streets and evenmany sordid placesI wonder then and ponderover the claims of thosefrom such culturesDo they know better?©
Unborn
Come, O Muse and fillthe poetess with thine kinthat unborn, doth scream © Isha Garg
Imitations
He plays the Lyre of all our lives - Artists, a mere string or two do strum. Mocking another's creation by duplicating and tampering with the notes, O Child, is the mocking, the thwarting, of God's own divine hum; and though mere mortals may falter, He always does recognise - the true, from the false… Continue reading Imitations
Morning Prayers
Incantations lost on me God's name replaced by yours I forget to light the incense sticks Forget to pay my respects to God ©
Holy Unholy
They preached all answers lay in the lap of Heaven; they warned against any unholy liaison and alliance. The way had been spelled out in scriptures and commands; no deviation would be welcome, no dissent, no demands... Said keep your eyes on the road, and your heart with the divine - follow this one rule,… Continue reading Holy Unholy
Ishaisms 
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