Is my faith enough to bring me closer to you, my God? Or does it get trampled beneath the feet of your million devotees that make their way in the dust that leads to your stony temple? Do you spare me a coveted thought in your silent moments, as often as I remember you? Or… Continue reading faith

Ishaisms, Poetry

Victims of the times

If only we lived in another age, you'd send me roses everyday, court my chaperoned self, and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake. I'd write you long, perfumed letters, transport you to the last time we were together, tell you of my favourite books and tunes, which you'd then read and… Continue reading Victims of the times