I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words… Continue reading Words of a Melting Candle…
Author: Isha Garg
I am all ages, the timeless sea,
one with nature, the breeze and the trees,
sparks of fire are the soul of me;
I'm all that was, is, and will be.
© Author of Dark River- a deluge of poetry ✍🏻
Tomorrow and today
I tried to find a thought todaySomething... anything at allto make sense of, to entertain, to build into song.Only these empty linesblinked back at me clueless.Whatever happened to that 7-year-old poetess!What does one do, I wondered,in a time so unforeseen as thisTurn to the Guru, it said,always, always.And many voices thenspoke from the heavens n'… Continue reading Tomorrow and today
Ram Naam Satya Hai
When I am laid upon that last bed of woodWhen I am ledto the cremation groundLet some soul remainso long as they chant Your namethat I may still hearthe sweet, sweet sound again
Vermillion: a Priestess’ prayer to the Goddess
At a far distance, the cool night sets. A Purnima. The Goddess in red, out her idol steps...in the abandoned temple.
Conversation in Saffron
"You don't love or worship the destroyer unless your soul is ready to let him destroy your life." "Why would someone choose that?"
Silly Post
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. We enjoyed a great deal of 90s bollywood music.
Homecoming
In the room of the soulshining a light,was the name of God.Guilt crouched in a cornerand looked up in shame... But found only loveWhere pain and grief sobbed as heartbeatsThe name soundeda song so sweet,they danced in respiteDeeper withinas embers seething, angerwas seen- and unwatered,bathed cool by the light...for there was only loveTo greed and… Continue reading Homecoming
A Child’s Dream
There was an ocean outside my houseYou could only see it in the morning from the little pane in the cassette room...when the mist and fog became oneLooking out then,I took a dip on a frosty mornas someone played a tuneI recognised years later as Clair de luneThe power was out...perhaps notBut there was light… Continue reading A Child’s Dream
An afternoon in late January
© I thought I saw you walking todayin the busy marketamong the rushing crowds You were wearing a shirt I hadn't seen you wear since over a decade The afternoon sun caught the rim of your glasses, which twinkled as you half looked behind you I could swear that you were smilingMy heart beat so… Continue reading An afternoon in late January
Extract: a sunset in late November
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Ishaisms 
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