I kissed each letter before blowing them to you, in words this dancing heart inscribed, as the soul lit up in love's blushed hues, the yen for its mate swelling like the moon's tide. Orbs of words whirled around in pink promenade, quick stepping to amorous sentences, as sweet rhymes formed into a tender serenade… Continue reading ALL MY WORDS…
Do the skies seem bluer? Is the sun a-smiling? Is it just me, or is someone playing the violin? Has my heart learnt to sing without music lessons? Has Spring come before its time...and time, skipped a season? © Isha Garg
Give me a poem on sleepless nights In the depths of anxiety give me a rhyme Give me a verbal melody to soothe my heart for in the notes of notes all troubles depart Give me a sonnet no needless sighing Let the sun set amid versifying Give me a poem in the blue morning… Continue reading Give me a poem…
I've always loved the sound of the ocean breaking upon the shore, when I hold a seashell to my ear and listen to its tales and lore; feel its sudden cold like water rushing onto my skin, and a hair tousle in its gusty, effervescent whooshing... Wondering who speaks on the other side of the… Continue reading Seashell Resonance…
The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed, on a scorching summer's day, about another Mountain now submerged, and become a turquoise bay... How battered and how ruined most Land, how filthy and how dead the Seas, how uncertain does the Forest stand... will someone hear their plea? The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed, on… Continue reading Whispers of the Trees
