Ishaisms, Poetry

Gravestones

And life profound, material, significant life will slowly and surely be confined to a sentence, or a phrase holding but a glance from passers by and wayfarers - but never, darling, never, never a gaze... © Isha Garg

Ishaisms

A certain breeze…

There's a place where I go where a certain breeze blows, where every petal and every thorn, every copse and every grove, for the lost one does mourn... for the loved one, does mourn.... There's a place where I go, where the birds sing a quaint song of immortal, evergreen folklores in music unheard before,… Continue reading A certain breeze…