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, Poetry

A Happy Heart

Look beyond the thorns to the red rose bushes for beautiful leaves on twisted branches azure streams amid treacherous forests dark clouds that the sustainer of life houses... Prickly pines with their pristine reaches diamond dews on the morning grasses the gleaming orange tree when the sun rises the God painted hues of varied sunsets...… Continue reading A Happy Heart

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)

Ishaisms, Poetry, Seasons

Fall leaves, fall…

Fall leaves, fall, in your autumnal grey; now you prepare for the black pall, the naked winter days... Seasons wrap up like chilly pedestrians; each new morning closer to the close; how sanguine seem your yellow surfaces, as if kissed by the sunset's own hues! And like the dying in the final stages, you reveal… Continue reading Fall leaves, fall…

Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

Farmer’s Song

The earth longs for the rain, the thundering of the clouds; the freshness in the air, the retreat of the drought… When will this famine leave, when will lives prosper? When will times improve and life be better? For, after the rain, how fresh the air; green grasses effulge everywhere! Drenched fields produce in manifold… Continue reading Farmer’s Song