Tag: India

inspiration, Ishaisms, Poetry

My Beautiful India

Isha Garg

She's the jewel of the East adorning the golden necks of Gods and Goddesses. A sculpture, she, to marvel at- a complete temple in herself! She's the flavour of the earth, sent in ancient carts of heaven laden with salts and spices-

God, Ishaisms, photography, Poetry

Lionheart

Isha Garg

...a one-track soul, feet submerged completely all at once, and a sudden breath escaping as the last cold death being offered to Vaikuntha, for eternity. Big boulders over the charging waters, and my feet unsteady atop one; I found sure footing and let them guide me as milestones to the cosmos. One by one, making my way, pulled to that smile; the strongest, sweetest breath of God against my cheek; ebony hair waving- the herald of a homecoming.

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Indian Trucks

Isha Garg

Like ghosts in the night they apparate upon the streetsTheir whims decide left or rightThey own their crazy Beware, O Innocent Pedestrian,of hours dark and late,-now they're here, now not ...and that just might be your fate!They don't care what or whyor where or even whomMake sure to safely step asidewhen at you they ZOOMIf… Continue reading Indian Trucks

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Palanquin: a song from the orient

Isha Garg

1In the palanquin that borethe priestess to the temple,she found herself soon lulledto the sweetest, dreamy slumber2The sparkling dusk-earthen lamped and starred-mirrored the joy in her heart;until the bearers did regretfully inform:the temple doors were shut.'Tis 'gainst His will- said one-the journey thus fruitless;there's no meeting Him now-heard the dreaming priestess.Still, out she stepped to… Continue reading Palanquin: a song from the orient

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GULMOHAR

Isha Garg

He took to stealing moments at night, walking briskly in the cool, comforting Spring breeze, to sit by a tiny tea stall in the alley by the temple, for some soothing caffeine and smoke, among the poor souls who frequented it, peeking at him from time to time, through sips of their scalding tea in the oppressive Spring evenings, wondering why he was in a place like that.

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Sunflower 🌻

Isha Garg

As India celebrates the onset of Spring with salutations to the beautiful, gentle and delicate swan-riding goddess of poetry and learning, Ma Saraswati, I look back with fondness to this silver swan ring (the last birthday gift my father would give me), thanking the divine grace for all her blessings, and for those creative souls that have at one point or another, moved me with their verses or inspired me to create.