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 –

now here, now there; now high, now low;

pulled up to the moon in amorous embrace,

then shunned back – to tormenting flow…

A rough voyage, this…

Will I make it, who knows?

Yet I must keep floating in the sea…

as long as hope, beams in the lighthouse…

ยฉ Isha Garg


32 thoughts on “Lighthouse”

  1. Hope indeed keeps us sailing when the tide turns against us. It is that glimmer of lightning that appears on the dark stormy sky, lighting up everything that seemed hopeless, revealing a distant island, yes there is hope. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. As smooth as warmed butter to read, and the calories ingested pad my soul.
    Yes …. my vacation is giving me valuable Ishaisms catch up time, so fatten me up! ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿฅฎ ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

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    1. You’re certainly the most poetic person I’ve been blessed to know โค๐Ÿ˜
      Speaking of vacay, we need to have one of our much awaited conversations when my vacations begin โค

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