Ishaisms, Poetry

Elements

I don't know what I'm doing or where I stand before these waves on this forlorn strand will the waters inundate me and make me flow or the wind push me away with its aerial force? Lost in this giant abyss and life's unbearable heat I long for the shade, the faraway streets exhausted beyond… Continue reading Elements

Ishaisms, Poetry

In Your Memory

The soul isn’t meant to rest in peace for the soul is ethereal, the soul is free, the soul flies away to worlds unseen, leaving to ashes and dust the body they’d been. No eulogy to express what your life meant to mine; suffice to say that all I am is due to endeavours thine...… Continue reading In Your Memory