It is with a heart filled to the brim with happiness that I write this today. Writing began at about 7, with the first taste of being published manifesting at 8, in the school annual, and continued with many such beautiful moments, until the world stopped momentarily today, and for once, left me devoid of… Continue reading Published Author!
Going through one of my oldest journal, I found these precious, once yellow petals of a rose, that I used to ink as precious moments in. Nostalgia led to this little line... I know what you're thinking, dear reader - something different? What can I say? I just feel a change in the wind. Ishaisms… Continue reading Unsung Lovers
"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?" Virginia Woolf It's getting dark, baby I'm anxious, worried and wry It's thundering and raining lights are gone, and so am I I walk down the staircase carpeted in olive green night slippers noiseless but my mind screaming Light… Continue reading Fine