Death, Ishaisms, Poetry


On a dark twilight, over the hills

for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled

as Death rode behind in a suit of armour –

then beat me, and slayed me dead.

He marched away as, renewed, I did rewake

to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare

and kneeling, did look upon the receding transformer

that brought me my new dawn, my new day…

Β© Isha Garg


35 thoughts on “Death”

      1. I don’t know how I missed replying to this, and I know you’re not blogging anymore and might not even read this, but I dearly miss your comments!


  1. I found this very affecting, and despite the somber title ( I was tentative as I began to read) …. there is hope and rebirth, and creativity, which combined make me do a midweek twirl. You write so well and I am so pleased to know I will never be disappointed ❀

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    1. Ah sometimes the dark stuff finds its way to my pen, dear lady D πŸ˜›πŸ˜Š This was inspired by a dream and when I tell you of it, you’ll laugh out loud πŸ˜‰ thank you for your never-ending, forever shining star of support and love β€πŸ’•πŸ˜˜

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      1. Believe me when I say this, your books, if you choose to write, which you must, will be proudly displayed in the bookshelves πŸ™‚

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  2. This is so well crafted, Isha! This piece gives the idea of how good you are. I know this is not a recent post and you’ve come a long way now, but going through this makes me realize you’ve always possessed the skills to draw people into your work. Your words work like magic and your poetry is a pleasure to the soul. You have a lovely day ❀

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