Ishaisms

Method to the Madness

Circuitous these democratic roads of love, broken streets dare not be unveiled; mad spaces gaping wide, a callous yawn in dusty attic reminiscences. Love suffers, dies, breathes its last - (a muffled scream that no one heard) fumes from the nowed coil breaking free in ash and smoke reminiscences. A craft is honed in contemporary… Continue reading Method to the Madness

Ishaisms, society

Pariah

The gate is unguarded; moss carpets the stony path a solitary keeper sits smoking a forgotten leaf looks but once at me, quite carelessly, then turns his back - I'm used to this. I search his eyes for a sign I'm new here too, like everyone else, Would he guide me? His eyes give the… Continue reading Pariah

Creative Writing, Ishaisms, Reflections

SINGING IN THE RAIN

I woke up to a terrible storm ravaging my world… An overpowering wind threatened entrance by force as the floor length windows shuddered. The curtains had succumbed to the call of the wind yet remained sucked and concaved into the glass panes, flapping fitfully at the separation. A bleak, gloomy day – pale yellow, as… Continue reading SINGING IN THE RAIN