You tell a story of the stories you've lived through the ages of stone, and war, and machine - eyes betraying an understanding beyond your years and stare, a polished equanimity, o equus! Do you see it too in your reflection upon a trench, when thirst gets the better of you demanding to be quenched?… Continue reading Horse
A slice of sunbeam shone upon the dead leaves strewn beneath the purple sky; and for a moment in time, it truly seemed, as though they effulged with life! © Isha Garg
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… Continue reading THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE
Many a time, in dark and dreary hours, did the innocent prisoner sing to it his serenade- looking out upon the oak tree, in the meadows, staring longingly at the raised branches of his only comrade. Oh yes, he had been lost and lonely, his heart full of sorrow- borne by him only, And he… Continue reading The Innocent Prisoner and the Tree
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
