Ishaisms, Poetry, Soul

The Thought

Should I clasp Your outstretched hands from worlds above, my earthly sorrow to cease - or will You deny me another gift hence, (having thwarted your first), saying, I deserve the grief? What heat is this, my present state - all discomfort, all despair, no zest for life, no faith in fate, where ‘fair is… Continue reading The Thought



At Sea

“I am in blood, stepped in so far, that should I wade no more- returning were as tedious as go o’er…” - William Shakespeare’s, Macbeth.                                                 Yet, there is a part of me that wants to stop. To give in to the waters and become a stone-cold statue at the bottom of the ocean, but the… Continue reading At Sea