Should I clasp Your outstretched hands from worlds above, my earthly sorrow to cease - or will You deny me another gift hence, (having thwarted your first), saying, I deserve the grief? What heat is this, my present state - all discomfort, all despair, no zest for life, no faith in fate, where ‘fair is… Continue reading The Thought
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White fire
Image from Pinterest Walk barefoot, there's warmth in the woods,just as the wee hours set softly in, dark bluebefore the alabaster Dawn stretches herselfand the Moon hides himself 'neath her hues Walk barefoot, there are footsteps to guide youa river glistening in the hypnotic ivory glowsongs of mad drum beats, and lovers' sighssounds of rustling… Continue reading White fire
Styx
Wish I knew what spells and charms made the spirit whole; what saint roamed the purgatory with balm for wounded souls... I'd have whispered archaic words in consciousness and in sleep, I'd have parleyed with the good man of God for some nepenthe to heal... But I sit on the rocks and wait by the… Continue reading Styx
Heard
You have to listen carefully. It's very faint. Amid the barking and howling of the dogs in the neighborhood, it can easily go unheard. Perhaps it's a good thing then, that it happens around midnight. Come to think of it, most cries do. I don't know when it first began but it's been three nights… Continue reading Heard
Moving on…
There's a part of me that aches for you, a heart within that breaks for you; with every warm memory - now a frozen peak, reignited, crying rivulets and lakes for you... © Isha Garg
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