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
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…
Don't tread on the hallowed ground of my sins with those holier-than-thou feet, There is a spell to protect and keep sinners like you from its boundaries. I'd never cloaked myself in sanctity, was brave enough to brave your serpentine acrimony; had consecrated each divinely intoxicating memory, purging my soul of every human profanity... Now… Continue reading Hallowed Ground
What have you to say today without a word escaping those lips I love? Stories of a kaleidoscope of times, a mystical tale or dulcet rhyme? Will I keep up with the pace of them or lose myself in those planets? You are my universe in flesh, I am the stardust in your depths... Young… Continue reading Storyteller Eyes
The night transports me to us, and your thoughts, like moments of a kaleidoscope amid imaginary chaos; as tears swell like the tides pulled by these eyes, drying up before they stream and leaving a heaviness within, fading before the release... A catharsis at the cusp, left incomplete, crawling back to its cavern - but… Continue reading Tossing and Turning
