Ishaisms, Love, Poetry


Down in the depths of my despair,
sitting, thinking I’ll never be whole again,
He passes by me, and ruffles my hair,
And I forget I was in ever in pain…

Waking up every damp, cold morning – a Herculean task,
I’d rather mope and be melancholy,
He pours me a glass of warm water from the flask,
“Would you like anything else, honey?”

The workload, the deadline, dragging me down,
Late nights driving me to my wit’s end,
“I’ve brought some takeout so you can carry on”,
He says, then plants a quick kiss on my forehead.

And when I’m down and sick and forlorn,
When I just don’t know what the hell I am doing,
These little gestures let me know I’m not alone,
these little gestures… keep me going…

Β© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg

30 thoughts on “GESTURES”

  1. Your blog is so rare with it’s art and story combinations … no matter the topic I’m always touched ! I always look at the doodle far longer than you would expect.
    So long this time I saw flowers appearing in the man’s beard!
    Writing brings us such joy as authors … I feel your joy in every peace dear Isha 😘🌸🌸

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    1. I knew there would be something about beard and flowers here! I knew it. I dreaded it and it has happened lol πŸ˜‚
      Jokes aside, thank you so much Diana dear for being so generous with your heartfelt compliments ever since I began writing here. You may not see it but it encourages me significantly ❀🌷😍😘

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  2. Little gestures have the butterfly effect indeed..this is a sweet, thankful Isha. The doodle rocks! and does more than justice to the post

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