Ishaisms, Poetry

Winter

Come now,Embrace the windBrave it, you know howShed your leaves, you have beforeHave let me down like your very boughs Let me curl up like brown, crushed leavesLet me lay down my burdens and die too.Promise me a fresh start, when the season's doneWhen bells begin to ring and Spring's dawnalights upon the hallowed groundMy… Continue reading Winter

Ishaisms, Short Story

THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE

Today I heard the cooing of a dove… in the same melodious sing-song way as that blessed hour when I had heard one three years ago in that Winter’s morn… The chilly mists rose up the towers, with a vague warning, signaling ‘twere better one kept the windows shut; for one’s submission unto the damp… Continue reading THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE

Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

Birds of the Courtyard

Where have they gone - the birds of the courtyard - that chirped ceaselessly, before a sharp sound or those chattering monkeys set them aflutter? Do you remember how they descended from their glorious aerial abode to the courtyard, in warm gratitude for the host, delightfully picking at the seeds strewn on winter mornings -… Continue reading Birds of the Courtyard

Ishaisms, spoken word

The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)

Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble… Continue reading The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)