Ishaisms, Poetry

Odyssey of Life

I knew when I embarked on this quest, knew there'd be no pause, no rest; knew I'd have to pass all the tests - failure isn't an option in this Odyssey of life... I knew when it had begun raining sorrow, my parched spirituality, by the day would grow, and though I'd be too weary… Continue reading Odyssey of Life

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Ishaisms, Poetry

OLD SONGS

Don't aim for me when I'm gone, when all there's left are memories of old songs I sung; don't aim with roses or with a gun, when all there's left are memories of the tears and fun... The birds have migrated to the West my love, each and every empty nest now boasts of only… Continue reading OLD SONGS