I remember standing in the rain that night it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago. I had focused so long on the dark clouds above that I failed to notice the blooming flower smiling up at me - the first one to bloom in my lifetime. I… Continue reading 1,11
And here with the brimming cup I stand, gripped in my praying, outstretched hand - afraid of it being gleaned from my grasp, not of my fingers growing weary of this clasp... The tears refill the steals of the windy air, no fire from the sun can dry up what's here; this river can only… Continue reading Water to your Earth
They preached all answers lay in the lap of Heaven; they warned against any unholy liaison and alliance. The way had been spelled out in scriptures and commands; no deviation would be welcome, no dissent, no demands... Said keep your eyes on the road, and your heart with the divine - follow this one rule,… Continue reading Holy Unholy
Dear reader, I remember it was somewhere around February this year, the second month of my blogging journey, that someone I know had remarked on the number of posts I had been putting up on Ishaisms! "What if you run out of all your written works and are left with nothing one day?" was the… Continue reading A note to my dear reader on The Boatman Series…
Where have you gone, leaving empty tomorrows, like a breeze in the meadows, a transient shadow? Where have you gone, leaving me so forlorn, no lap to rest my head upon, no one to call my own? Where have you gone in the vast void, a life untimely destroyed, a home's lost pride? Now people… Continue reading Void
