They do it to goddesses moulded of clay from whore-houses,with pomp and show and passion before each festival, and placed for the multitudes of worshippersupon red and gold pedestals,to be praised and celebratedmade privy to their secret prayersmad devotion and such claims.Only to then be discarded...like those from the whore-housesunwanted beyond the chosen momentto be… Continue reading Visarjan
Month: November 2023
Stranded
Chased by the deviland marked by troubleI look to the bonds I builtmy soul to shelter……and find only rubble
Faults
What faults (dear Brutus)must there be within ourselvesthat our stars fail us?
The Grey Mountain
Take me back to the grey mountainthe shores where I met my saviourthat I may in his presence regainthat zest for life, that old fervourthat were the heart and soul of mebefore the years of pain took overI feel a wild inkling within my beingin the grey mountain, to reseek her ©
Sweets- a strange dream
"I see you", he saysin a conversation that is independent ofthings we've been, continued butin a dream- dreadfully alive as reality itselflines blurred between what's real and unreal;wherehe proceeds to strip me bareof all notions I have of truth and farce;taking his time to observe each and every move,the things I say, the things I… Continue reading Sweets- a strange dream
If I let myself remember you~ re-post on what would’ve been my grandma’s birthday 🎈
If I let myself remember you as you were, before you left - and not as you are in memories I curated mindfully for the museum of your being- a life taken all too soon, I know, I will never want to wake up again. If I let myself remember how sick you got, how… Continue reading If I let myself remember you~ re-post on what would’ve been my grandma’s birthday 🎈
Ishaisms 