Ishaisms, Poetry

Stolen Harmonies…

Musical notes lined up in harmony, before the poet's flute; musical notes created an enchanting symphony when the poet wrote. Musical notes found themselves in jeopardy, when the thief one night stole; musical notes now creak in a cacophony devoid of honesty and soul. © Isha Garg

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Ishaisms, Poetry

Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales?

Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales? I hear stories of the lost and gone, in the winds and gales; in the shadows of time, they move and dwell - their goodbyes sudden, devoid of the death knell. But I've seen many a person leave, and my queries quell; known how to be… Continue reading Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales?