The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)

Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble…

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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…

The Wilderness

The road was lit in a wild flower frenzy - a fray of ferns wayward and hapless, yellow trees rose in a tumultuous melee with battered rocks fragmented and strewn like shrapnel. Crisp cracks housed the dust in the grey concrete; dry buttresses boasted of mossy branches; browning bushes sneaked up suddenly like bandits, as…

Ishaism – June

The Mountains talk of the world, then shed mighty rivers - reminiscent, reproachful...resigned... © Isha Garg

The Kingdom of Nature

Azure sky; diamond dews resting on green leaves like jewels; emerald moss, turquoise river, reflecting the ruby sun’s fiery glitter! Dazzling hues, a total seven - mortal Earth’s bridge to immortal Heaven! Dark blanket of the enveloping night, with silver and gold dots shining bright - drizzle your sapphires on me from the cracks of…