Fireflies

On a delicately scintillating night, did the luminescent fireflies, gather behind bushes to gaze at the moon; for long had they heard of her milky white, her understated brilliance and pale light, that had caused many a scribe to swoon! Awed by the humble, resplendent satellite glowing without pride in that turquoise twilight on that…

Dead leaves

A slice of sunbeam shone upon the dead leaves strewn beneath the purple sky; and for a moment in time, it truly seemed, as though they effulged with life! © Isha Garg

Imprints

And when you leave, the memories linger sultrily, imprinted in the now enriched hues of the glass vase, and that silk cushion; our movies, and that jazz we danced to... © Isha Garg

Retribution

1 What ambrosial sword is it that knives at my sacred yearning? What maleficent scorn and acrimony, what wrath at my worship of an earthly deity? Are my desires too succulent for its ravenous thirst? Aren't my promises of devotion a meet price? Why stands it unsatiated with my ardent suppliance, even at the altar…

ON ART

One of the most celebrated, debated and discussed topic, art has as many multifarious interpretations as it has judges. Many have tried to fathom and explain its effect on the human heart and mind, and thus, I will be posting a few extracts from an article I penned about three years ago, in an attempt…