On a delicately scintillating night, did the luminescent fireflies, gather behind bushes to gaze at the moon; for long had they heard of her milky white, her understated brilliance and pale light, that had caused many a scribe to swoon! Awed by the humble resplendent satellite glowing without pride in that turquoise twilight on that… Continue reading Fireflies
Musical notes lined up in harmony, before the poet's flute; musical notes created an enchanting symphony when the poet wrote. Musical notes found themselves in jeopardy, when the thief one night stole; musical notes now creak in a cacophony devoid of honesty and soul. © Isha Garg
Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales? I hear stories of the lost and gone, in the winds and gales; in the shadows of time, they move and dwell - their goodbyes sudden, devoid of the death knell. But I've seen many a person leave, and my queries quell; known how to be… Continue reading Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales?
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
Knowing it was a hopeless voyage, why did I get on this ship? Was it merely for the lure, the gratification, the thrill? What happens when the passengers desert me? What happens when I hit the dead end, no shore beneath my feet? What happens when it all breaks down, the vessel, the sails? What… Continue reading AFFLICTION
Dearest pair of eyes-number-two, I hate how I can't do without you; how you won't let me read lying down, and push yourself up and out as if you'd drown; then fall onto my side and cross your arms in anger, submitting me to your whims and fancies and temper! You get dusty in a… Continue reading GLASSES
