God, Ishaisms, photography, Poetry

Lionheart

...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.

Ishaisms

The River Town (1)

© Shall we return to where the nights are starless,where the river whispers her sultry tales to keep each lonely traveller in the darknessabout the sinful demands of her waves Where dark is the water, thicker than bloodand darker the nights of an abandoned townmost of whose inmates have fled as they should for they… Continue reading The River Town (1)

Ishaisms, Poetry

The Moon and The River

Image from Pinterest Lord, he has me by the soulevery fibre of my beingto his spirit does respondHis voice, the lunar tidal pullthat my sentient waters nocturnaldo torment, and claim all ofpulling too close to the lightthen kissing, ravaging, stormingback to the shadows of the nightand he's in me, in all of megleaming upon every… Continue reading The Moon and The River

Ishaisms

Ganges

What memories must the ancient Ganges hold;What rites*, what final wishes, what tales and lores!What tears of those that in white raiment, in rocky boatssail with the urned ashes, to be set afloat...The cremation grounds breathe in smoke, and shiveras night descends upon the mourned and mourner-yet, no one knows, she'll carry them whither...for these… Continue reading Ganges