As the shore thirsts for kisses from the soft cool waves, and the coy leaves in the boughs heave, for the rough wind’s embrace - does a reminiscent heart pine away in longing, through the nights and days. © Isha Garg
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Tag: Love
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
OF LOVE AND WAR
I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,… Continue reading OF LOVE AND WAR
THE LANDLORD’S WIFE
This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month-long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November, did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains with… Continue reading THE LANDLORD’S WIFE
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
