Ishaisms, Poetry

Victims of the times

If only we lived in another age, you'd send me roses everyday, court my chaperoned self, and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake. I'd write you long, perfumed letters, transport you to the last time we were together, tell you of my favourite books and tunes, which you'd then read and… Continue reading Victims of the times

Ishaisms, Reflections

KITES

Dear reader, have you ever flown a kite, or seen people at play - letting the colourful, splendid beauties soar up, try to take off on their own, yet get restrained by the winds of the skies and whims of the master, who control their courses, their destinies? And then there are those that lie… Continue reading KITES

inspiration, Ishaisms, Legacy

The Calling

I must confess something today, dear reader – for the longest time since my book was published, I felt nothing. Strange, for someone who’d been versifying since the age of seven and working all her life towards that day, to feel nothing, isn’t it? I thought it must be the nerves, or the initial shock,… Continue reading The Calling

Ishaisms, Poetry, Seasons

Fall leaves, fall…

Fall leaves, fall, in your autumnal grey; now you prepare for the black pall, the naked winter days... Seasons wrap up like chilly pedestrians; each new morning closer to the close; how sanguine seem your yellow surfaces, as if kissed by the sunset's own hues! And like the dying in the final stages, you reveal… Continue reading Fall leaves, fall…