Displaced

What if I'd been told"You can never go back home"Would I have loved it more? Of the streets, been fonderTo myself, a little kindernot felt imprisoned by the walls All of a sudden, things have changedAll of a sudden, alone, displacedI cry at nights for some stability...home? I tug at things I knew,I long for…

Helpless

Dear Papa, I seehow your face clouds with worry...Makes me question God

ALL MY WORDS…

I kissed each letter before blowing them to you, in words this dancing heart inscribed, as the soul lit up in love's blushed hues, the yen for its mate swelling like the moon's tide. Orbs of words whirled around in pink promenade, quick stepping to amorous sentences, as sweet rhymes formed into a tender serenade…

Moving on…

There's a part of me that aches for you, a heart within that breaks for you; with every warm memory - now a frozen peak, reignited, crying rivulets and lakes for you... © Isha Garg

Heard

You have to listen carefully. It's very faint. Amid the barking and howling of the dogs in the neighborhood, it can easily go unheard. Perhaps it's a good thing then, that it happens around midnight. Come to think of it, most cries do. I don't know when it first began but it's been three nights…