My branches are hardened the roots run deep no matter how I try they won't lose their grip... Degenerate, dejected, dry I thrive in the barren heath silence is my cry I suffocate underneath... Sucked of all joy springtime warmth is an enemy I crave not her smiles her caress is my misery... All leaves… Continue reading Arid
On a dark twilight, over the hills for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled as Death rode behind in a suit of armour - then beat me, and slayed me dead. He marched away as I did rewake to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare and kneeling, renewed, did… Continue reading Death
I am the whispering wind in the cold night; the shooting star with a trail of white; I am all worlds; I am a tale; I am the bird heralding the gale... I am the dawn, the dusk, the will o' th' wisp; I am the footprint on the sand, and the rescue ship;… Continue reading Old Soul in the New Age
Some closed minds remain closed no matter how many keys you try turning in them... © Isha Garg
Look beyond the thorns to the red rose bushes for beautiful leaves on twisted branches azure streams amid treacherous forests dark clouds that the sustainer of life houses... Prickly pines with their pristine reaches diamond dews on the morning grasses the gleaming orange tree when the sun rises the God painted hues of varied sunsets...… Continue reading A Happy Heart
