Quiet

In one word, rests the power to alter courseIn one word, the potential to change lifeIn one word, the seed to germinate in loveBut I have given up on words...and choose to remain quiet © ishaisms

Seashell Resonance…

I've always loved the sound of the ocean breaking upon the shore, when I hold a seashell to my ear and listen to its tales and lore; feel its sudden cold like water rushing onto my skin, and a hair tousle in its gusty, effervescent whooshing... Wondering who speaks on the other side of the…

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…

That 90’s kid

Image from Pinterest Maybe I'll dial your number on the landlineand sip coca cola in a cool restaurantwhere they only play Michael Jackson and Backstreet Boys;watching people in flannels and striped shirts cross the roadwith beads in their hair, in every colour known to manOr get techno in a neon overloadwearing those glow-in-the-dark sneakersTurn my…

Sweet, seductive Sorrow

Sweet, seductive Sorrow, your ivy leaves climb slowly upon me... Intoxicated and charmed I float higher, teasing you to catch up... and you always do. A world of dark mesh, withering red petals, and bold, unrelenting thorns; I wither too, then, fain, into your arms; that my teardrops may touch you in the dewy, dark…