Look to the lighthouses of hope when you're at sea - the shore isn't far, o lost one, the shore isn't far... © Isha Garg
If only we lived in another age, you'd send me roses everyday, court my chaperoned self, and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake. I'd write you long, perfumed letters, transport you to the last time we were together, tell you of my favourite books and tunes, which you'd then read and… Continue reading Victims of the times…
What weight of burden does it take for the soul to give up? What state of sorrow laden in the heart makes it so feeble? What fear, what apprehension does make the mind tremble? What makes one shun oneself from the world and escape into a blur? Hide away from all memories, from existence, from… Continue reading Hopelessness
Faster, faster, tick the hands of the clock, the hot, wild times just fly away! There’s no key on earth that will unlock, the door to fleeting happiness and make it stay. The flames leap up, to fan the heat of desire, darling, slow down now, you’re playing with fire! You’re adding fuel, by begging… Continue reading Playing With Fire
Dear reader, Shelley once wrote, “I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed.” For years, I felt this way too and ended up wallowing in my sorrow. Questions of ‘Why me?’ haunted the dark corners of my mind and kept me from vacating this state for good. It was only in time that the… Continue reading O GARDENER!