Repost in spoken word – “Words of a Melting Candle…”

I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words…

COLOUR OF THE SOUL

It’s funny how I’ve never had a conversation as honest, as deep and as “me” as I had, and still do, with my diary- or journal- call it what you will. And it’s funny since that’s not really a conversation; a one-sided one at most.  Any person who ever came as close to being a…

The Old Crowd

Where is the old crowd now? The old poets, those storytellers... Where are they that never took a bow, quiet, sincere, bold creators? Oh, shallow and pretentious these days every Tom, Dick and Harry gallivant the streets! Poetry replaced with hollow syllables and phrase - not dripping with soul as they used to be. I'm…

Worries

There is a light breeze today... the worries of the day before come to me in gusts and I'm carried away... © Isha Garg

faith

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…