Ishaisms, Poetry


He plays the Lyre of all our lives - Artists, a mere string or two do strum. Mocking another's creation by duplicating and tampering with the notes, O Child, is the mocking, the thwarting, of God's own divine hum; and though mere mortals may falter, He always does recognise - the true, from the false… Continue reading Imitations

Ishaisms, Poetry

O Vulnerable One

Why do you hide your hopes and dreams, your darkest sins, your memories, O Vulnerable One? Why won't you let down your walls, show who you are and bare your all, O Vulnerable One? Why do you fear heartbreak and abandonment, veil your truth in layers of raiment, O Vulnerable One? Don't you know that… Continue reading O Vulnerable One

Creative Writing, Ishaisms, Reflections


I woke up to a terrible storm ravaging my world… An overpowering wind threatened entrance by force as the floor length windows shuddered. The curtains had succumbed to the call of the wind yet remained sucked and concaved into the glass panes, flapping fitfully at the separation. A bleak, gloomy day – pale yellow, as… Continue reading SINGING IN THE RAIN