Ishaisms, Poetry

Lighthouse

I am a lost boat tossed in the storm... These nights are merciless, but the waters carry me along... Is it okay to give up? Tell me, how far am I to go? Is the journey futile if not destined? Oh, tell me, how much further to the shore? The waves torture me with dilemma… Continue reading Lighthouse

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Ishaisms, Magical Realism, prosaic-poetry

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I remember standing in the rain that night it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago. I had focused so long on the dark clouds above that I failed to notice the blooming flower smiling up at me - the first one to bloom in my lifetime. I… Continue reading 1,11