I have my moments when this heart beats a foreign tune a harmony, hushed and thus haunting, a harmony I dare not succumb to... I have my moments when to another tune, I let this heart dance, till its strings pull at something familiar, till its strings keep me from getting entranced... The heart within… Continue reading Moments
The heart was tried for feeling, the heart was accused of late healing, The heart had nothing to say in defense, for the heart had never known any pretense... The judges were the minds of those, who'd crushed their own hearts like a frail rose, who were devoid of any honest expression, yet adept in… Continue reading The Trial of the Heart
Do the skies seem bluer? Is the sun a-smiling? Is it just me, or is someone playing the violin? Has my heart learnt to sing without music lessons? Has Spring come before its time...and time, skipped a season? © Isha Garg
