Market Square

Is that the cost of inspiration, then? You steal from the artist an idea, a thought, a penny, in the market square and say it's borrowed? Is that the price you pay for a good deed not unpunished; the law of Karma nullified; not returned by another fair and square - stolen, to be returned…

Bird

I wonder why you perch or trotwhen you get to fly?I couldn't ever imagine even wanting to settleIf I had freedom like yours...All the expansive firmament, her cool breezes and showers are first yours; yoursthe blushing dawn too, as is the first ray of gold Why then would you even seek repose upon sills and…

Immortality

I believe that the angels of heavenshall in pure light descend, at my endHow can I not? I have seen themtake one of my own, before.I believe my faith has strength enoughto move stubborn mountains,beyond bounds, beliefs and circumstances-it brought me to you, did it not?I refuse to believe that the afterlife isnot composed of…

Hopium

Hopium, your smouldering leaveskeep me swayingfrom glasses half full, and otherwiseyour swirling, spiralling fumeskeep entrancingrevealing a world I know to be but liesWhat power, what nepentheis yours, Hopium, my friendthat even when I know you've only misledI still follow you...blindfolding my weary eyes? © Isha Garg Instagram @author_isha_g

Siren Call

Instagram - author_isha_g This is a 4 haiku-stanza poem I wrote earlier this year when I was inspired to learn and explore the form. After my book released, I've made several references to Dark River yet this remains a favourite as it personifies the muse as a siren to the scribe, which is how I've…