Entwined lovers, we grow together... Leaves of the same tree, we blow together... No windfalls, no battering weather hold sway or power... Nourished by the very source, seeds of one flower, twinflames and mates of the soul, we're dovetailed forever... © Isha Garg
You tell a story of the stories you've lived through the ages of stone, and war, and machine - eyes betraying an understanding beyond your years and stare, a polished equanimity, o equus! Do you see it too in your reflection upon a trench, when thirst gets the better of you demanding to be quenched?… Continue reading Horse
I wonder how man would behave in the 'state of nature' so to speak. Although different political scientists and anthropologists and sociologists have had their own take on this, what do you think, dear reader? How do people behave behind closed doors; in isolation; or in a truly free state; and even then, with everything… Continue reading Naturally Unnatural
Vernal breezes, silver showers - the lonely maiden dreams in her bower, watching a bird take flight above the tower, sighing, 'Lord, I wish I had that power!' Crisp grains of sand in the scorching desert; cracks in the barren ground running haphazard - the dusty, parched traveller beholds water - 'If only a mirage… Continue reading VISIONS
If only we lived in another age, you'd send me roses everyday, court my chaperoned self, and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake. I'd write you long, perfumed letters, transport you to the last time we were together, tell you of my favourite books and tunes, which you'd then read and… Continue reading Victims of the times…
