Your divine presence makes a devotee of me, deifying you in deluging hymns, and percolating prayer beads of praises! © Isha Garg ( I dedicate this to my dear friend, Diana, since the phrase that served as inspiration for this Ishaism was born during our conversation! )
In the middle of nowhere, inside a deep well would I be found? - who could tell? Should I cry for relief, grapple with the waters, or resign from this life - does it even matter? My body was ready to drown, yet my spirit did grope, The mossy brick mound for the solitary hanging… Continue reading SAVIOUR
Have you ever wondered, dear reader, what it would be like to go back in time and meet the child that you were- and tell that happy, innocent, and carefree person, that things would, and will, change; to look right into the eyes of your past and say that the people who seem invincible, would… Continue reading GROWING UP
Why do you hide your hopes and dreams, your darkest sins, your memories, O Vulnerable One? Why won't you let down your walls, show who you are and bare your all, O Vulnerable One? Why do you fear heartbreak and abandonment, veil your truth in layers of raiment, O Vulnerable One? Don't you know that… Continue reading O Vulnerable One
[ I was reading my Diary the other day, and came across this piece from a few years ago; it made me laugh at places for I clearly remembered why I had written this, and though I have made my way to the other side, so to speak - I thought I'd post it for… Continue reading No Greenlight to Gossips
