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…

Void

Where have you gone, leaving empty tomorrows, like a breeze in the meadows, a transient shadow? Where have you gone, leaving me so forlorn, no lap to rest my head upon, no one to call my own? Where have you gone in the vast void, a life untimely destroyed, a home's lost pride? Now people…

Too Late…

Too late, does the heart let go of pride; too late, do poems of golden memories remind; too late, does the self miss the days gone by; and too late, do the ones who have lost, realise... © Isha Garg