Ishaisms, Reflections, Soul

The Light Within and Without

Dear reader, I was talking to my kid sister a few years ago, when she had just begun to form the incessant questions that children do, and talked a mile a minute, expressing her thoughts and jumping from one to the other so quick, I could hardly catch up; when something about our funny, silly… Continue reading The Light Within and Without

Ishaisms, Poetry, Writing

On the folly of it all…

What's in art? Those fleeting passions, unpremeditated escapades and that's all... They tease with fantasy, imaginary lands and magic, leaving behind only memory: lines, hues, rhythm - that's all... Opening lost doors of the mind, into thoughts tucked far away; conjuring a dream that is lived only to abandon, never stay... For once the pen… Continue reading On the folly of it all…

Indifference, Ishaisms, Reflections

INDIFFERENCE

A certain numbness, a certain death, has always resided within my soul, and sometimes I can feel its heart beating… feel the numbness, hear death beat with a life of its own- a certain morose, yet regenerative kind of life- lying so close beside the fresh, vivacious, carefree part of me, that to smother one,… Continue reading INDIFFERENCE

Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

Farmer’s Song

The earth longs for the rain, the thundering of the clouds; the freshness in the air, the retreat of the drought… When will this famine leave, when will lives prosper? When will times improve and life be better? For, after the rain, how fresh the air; green grasses effulge everywhere! Drenched fields produce in manifold… Continue reading Farmer’s Song