And the day wears on in worn out shoes the wear n' tear of yesterday alone's brand new Damp streets of the night before refuse to bathe in the sun And puddles of the past seem ordinary, not bothersome Another dusty frame above the mantle piece Another fallen one in the pile of autumn leaves… Continue reading Same ol’
Category: Poetry
The Old Crowd
Where is the old crowd now? The old poets, those storytellers... Where are they that never took a bow, quiet, sincere, bold creators? Oh, shallow and pretentious these days every Tom, Dick and Harry gallivant the streets! Poetry replaced with hollow syllables and phrase - not dripping with soul as they used to be. I'm… Continue reading The Old Crowd
Worries
There is a light breeze today... the worries of the day before come to me in gusts and I'm carried away... © Isha Garg
The Proud Rose
Dear reader, I wanted to do something special this first day of November, since I celebrate it not only as Author's Day (wishing happiness to all authors here), but also my birthday, so here's my first audio poem for you. The Proud Rose I water the proud rose and lift her spirits in songs of… Continue reading The Proud Rose
NOT MYSELF TODAY
My fingers don’t feel like themselves today - they don’t hold my pen as they are wont to; they don’t scrape words out of ink, on the parchment, or tap the temple to stumble across a new one or two… My mind doesn’t feel like itself today - It composes no rhyme as it is… Continue reading NOT MYSELF TODAY
