Mirage

I am the desertand the deserted, walkinginto a mirage © Isha Garg

In the back of my mind

In the back of my mind,there's worry and fear...which I put behind myself, half successfullyeach dayuntil a word, or a fleeting moment of dull quietude,some vague passing view, finds meand reminds me of the chaos... taking me back...to the back of my mind © Isha Garg

Rainy Moonbeam

Rainy moonbeam, gleaming in the water, puddles spluttering droplets, of pearly white colour... Who do you wait for, thundering Luna luminescent? Why do you stay aloof, in dripping distance? Taking cover behind the cloud, percolating, palled and peering, milky melancholy glances around, have the stars kept you waiting? Come down, sweet moon, descend in glowing…

Musings of an Old Soul

My soul is made of memories as intricate as the stars; there's no emotion I haven't felt before, no trade I haven't learnt by heart. There are places I've visited in lifetimes long ago - pictures of Greece and Egypt and Rome, are not mere pictures to me anymore. That's how I know I've known…

Equipoise

Away from this mire, to serenity and equipoise; no senselessness dire, no obstacle, no noise. Let the river of equanimity, carry all in its arms; the world in its entirety, protected from harm. Down to the ocean of placidity, withdrawn from delusion and fear, amid azure tranquility, one finds one's true Self near. Confusions reign…