Ishaisms, Love, Poetry


Entwined lovers, we grow together... Leaves of the same tree, we blow together... No windfalls, no battering weather hold sway or power... Nourished by the very source, seeds of one flower, twinflames and mates of the soul, we're dovetailed forever... © Isha Garg

Ishaisms, Poetry


You tell a story of the stories you've lived through the ages of stone, and war, and machine - eyes betraying an understanding beyond your years and stare, a polished equanimity, o equus! Do you see it too in your reflection upon a trench, when thirst gets the better of you demanding to be quenched?… Continue reading Horse