Dry not, my pen

Dry not, my pen, nor bite the dust before my time, you're the nepenthe to my agonies, the breath to my life. Dry not, my pen, nor leave me to fend for myself, your nib is my sword, your ink my solitary help. Dry not, my pen, nor grow weary of my imprint, I am…

Dovetailed

Entwined lovers, we grow together... Leaves of the same tree, we blow together... No windfalls, no battering weather hold sway or power... Nourished by the very source, seeds of one flower, twinflames and mates of the soul, we're dovetailed forever... © Isha Garg

Naturally Unnatural

I wonder how man would behave in the 'state of nature' so to speak. Although different political scientists and anthropologists and sociologists have had their own take on this, what do you think, dear reader? How do people behave behind closed doors; in isolation; or in a truly free state; and even then, with everything…