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
Month: July 2019
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
The Trial of the Heart
The heart was tried for feeling, the heart was accused of late healing, The heart had nothing to say in defense, for the heart had never known any pretense... The judges were the minds of those, who'd crushed their own hearts like a frail rose, who were devoid of any honest expression, yet adept in… Continue reading The Trial of the Heart