Choose your poisons carefully for the maladies of the heartto kill each screaming memory tear numbing nostalgia apart For chosen wrong, each venomhelps nourish dark new buds sapped full with sad reflection that flows as tears of blood ©
Oh, hush now, my heartYou've said enough…been silencedRetreat to your cage ©
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
The Trial of the Heart
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
What’s in the air?
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
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