God, Ishaisms, Poetry

Telling Beads

One by one each little prayerfalls upon Elysium's ear That in my telling of her beads,Angels may once more appearand say- 'What losses do you grieve now?Why joys pull forth in nostalgic sighs?What cries that in deserts resoundlike mirages of temple bells and paradise?Look, your beads gather dustand fingers bent, ache for warmth and restWhy… Continue reading Telling Beads

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Ishaisms, Poetry

Survival

I've lived so long in this mind of mineI've been blind to all other sensesWintry darkness had become my lifepalpitating at nights, putting up defences So, you'll bear with me, if I must remind this body of mine that it's still alive So, you'll forgive me, if I take to vicebreathe a little, maybe inhale,… Continue reading Survival