Ishaisms, Poetry

April Breeze

The affable and sultry April Breeze in lazy mornings does visit these streets. Her embrace is tender, her caress, a kiss; the clouds may swelter; never I, never me... Coldest thoughts evaporate like dewdrops, hardened hearts thaw like glistening peaks; soulful soothings allay the memory of sobs, streams of tears dare not invade these cheeks...… Continue reading April Breeze

Ishaisms, Poetry


I am a lost boat tossed in the storm... These nights are merciless, but the waters carry me along... Is it okay to give up? Tell me, how far am I to go? Is the journey futile if not destined? Oh, tell me, how much further to the shore? The waves torture me with dilemma… Continue reading Lighthouse