Ishaisms, Poet, Poetry

Old Soul in the New Age


I am the whispering wind

in the cold night;

the shooting star

with a trail of white;

I am all worlds; I am a tale;

I am the bird heralding the gale…

I am the dawn, the dusk,

the will o’ th’ wisp;

I am the footprint on the sand,

and the rescue ship;

I am daylight, and the pall,

I am the storm after the lull…

I am all ages,

The timeless sea;

One with nature,

the breeze and the trees.

Sparks of fire are the soul of me,

I’m all that was, is, and will be…

Β© Isha Garg

Doodle by Isha Garg

73 thoughts on “Old Soul in the New Age”

  1. You are indeed all that is, and will be poetess!
    You are a soul burning with feel and life. You are a deluge of emotion; a river flowing down a mountain into the sea. Unrestrained and limitless. I love what you do… I’m swept along by your rich expression … πŸ’ŸπŸŒΈπŸ˜˜

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  2. You set a perftect tone with those opening lines and you carried the flow and mood wondefully until the final line. This was great. I have tried to write somrthing about myself, and I nevr could do it. This is a great write, and yes this is you.

    Thank you for sharing this. Loved every word.

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      1. Exactly…. The words felt brighter to feel, really. Like one being on a beach, or to a waterfall sort of thing…. πŸ˜„

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