Maybe

So maybe she's mastered the poker face put the moon in a wineglass and escaped into the ink stained night reflecting no light, no starry blink no expression, no worries taking in the eclipses and storms that rent the firmament, into her galaxy and never crying tears of stardust. So maybe no one can see…

Prayer

Dear lord, help me realise how lacking and deserving I am of the care and love I so incessantly extend to souls... other than my own... And in that realisation, dear lord, give me the strength... to help myself. © Isha Garg