Ishaisms, Poetry, world laughter day

GLASSES

Dearest pair of eyes-number-two, I hate how I can't do without you; how you won't let me read lying down, and push yourself up and out as if you'd drown; then fall onto my side and cross your arms in anger, submitting me to your whims and fancies and temper! You get dusty in a… Continue reading GLASSES

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Ishaisms

Ganges

What memories must the ancient Ganges hold;What rites*, what final wishes, what tales and lores!What tears of those that in white raiment, in rocky boatssail with the urned ashes, to be set afloat...The cremation grounds breathe in smoke, and shiveras night descends upon the mourned and mourner-yet, no one knows, she'll carry them whither...for these… Continue reading Ganges