Ishaisms

Method to the Madness

Circuitous these democratic roads of love, broken streets dare not be unveiled; mad spaces gaping wide, a callous yawn in dusty attic reminiscences. Love suffers, dies, breathes its last - (a muffled scream that no one heard) fumes from the nowed coil breaking free in ash and smoke reminiscences. A craft is honed in contemporary… Continue reading Method to the Madness

Ishaisms, Reflections

On the art of knowing…

We meet and interact with so many people in life, yet how many of those can we claim to truly know, despite regular meetings or communication? How many of them have realities that tend to differ from their projection of it? How many can never live up to the idea of them that we, in… Continue reading On the art of knowing…