Ishaisms, Poetry

Stolen Harmonies…

Musical notes lined up in harmony, before the poet's flute; musical notes created an enchanting symphony when the poet wrote. Musical notes found themselves in jeopardy, when the thief one night stole; musical notes now creak in a cacophony devoid of honesty and soul. © Isha Garg

Ishaisms, Poetry


Bird of music, bird of light, How sweet your notes of respite, How blessed the hour, how blessed the morn, That you purge and sanctify with song... I hear your musical, poignant tune, Singing for the world whilst in your own, The note with secret wisdom to impart, To the early birds and desperate, young… Continue reading DAWN