All good things to those who…

You love the sunny weather, but the heat is too strong yet you can't complain - at least, the rain has stopped browning leaves have retained colour and moisture kisses the ground as you wait for your prayers to be answered chained by the fear that they won't... You fight against the barricades that restrain…

The house of the dead

I packed a bag and went to the house of the dead to waitThere were ailing men and womenand people on their death bedssome were being put to restIt was all naturalin the house of the dead.I was the youngest in the house of the deadEveryone thought it curious, and some saidthere's much to live…

North Star

The wisest of roadsin the darkest of the nightslead but to your light

Hopium

Hopium, your smouldering leaveskeep me swayingfrom glasses half full, and otherwiseyour swirling, spiralling fumeskeep entrancingrevealing a world I know to be but liesWhat power, what nepentheis yours, Hopium, my friendthat even when I know you've only misledI still follow you...blindfolding my weary eyes? © Isha Garg Instagram @author_isha_g

Half agony, half hope

This is a page from my journal. The title of the poem is inspired by a quote from Jane Austen's, Persuasion. I know something of what the young soldier feels in the midst of battle;know something too, of the kind of hope a fortune teller can provide.In the grand chaos, I meditate before the silent…