Ishaisms, Poetry


And when you leave, the memories linger sultrily, imprinted in the now enriched hues of the glass vase, and that silk cushion; our movies, and that jazz we danced to... © Isha Garg

Ishaisms, Poetry, Writing

On the folly of it all…

What's in art? Those fleeting passions, unpremeditated escapades and that's all... They tease with fantasy, imaginary lands and magic, leaving behind only memory: lines, hues, rhythm - that's all... Opening lost doors of the mind, into thoughts tucked far away; conjuring a dream that is lived only to abandon, never stay... For once the pen… Continue reading On the folly of it all…