Fireflies

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…

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ALL MY WORDS…

I kissed each letter before blowing them to you, in words this dancing heart inscribed, as the soul lit up in love's blushed hues, the yen for its mate swelling like the moon's tide. Orbs of words whirled around in pink promenade, quick stepping to amorous sentences, as sweet rhymes formed into a tender serenade…

What’s in the air?

Do the skies seem bluer? Is the sun a-smiling? Is it just me, or is someone playing the violin? Has my heart learnt to sing without music lessons? Has Spring come before its time...and time, skipped a season? © Isha Garg

OF LOVE AND WAR

I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,…

On ‘pair-pressures’ and plus-ones…

Dear reader, lately, I've found myself reflecting on relationships; the covert societal pressures that influence people today, regardless of age, making puppets of those doubtful ones, with wavering courage to follow their own path, by preying on their fear of judgment and loneliness - only to lead to a society where the suppression of human…

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I remember standing in the rain that night it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago. I had focused so long on the dark clouds above that I failed to notice the blooming flower smiling up at me - the first one to bloom in my lifetime. I…