Ishaisms

A certain breeze…

There's a place where I go where a certain breeze blows, where every petal and every thorn, every copse and every grove, for the lost one does mourn... for the loved one, does mourn.... There's a place where I go, where the birds sing a quaint song of immortal, evergreen folklores in music unheard before,… Continue reading A certain breeze…

Ishaisms, Love, Poetry

Moments

I have my moments when this heart beats a foreign tune a harmony, hushed and thus haunting, a harmony I dare not succumb to... I have my moments when to another tune, I let this heart dance, till its strings pull at something familiar, till its strings keep me from getting entranced... The heart within… Continue reading Moments

Ishaisms, Poetry

All good things to those who…

You love the sunny weather, but the heat is too strong yet you can't complain - at least, the rain has stopped browning leaves have retained colour and moisture kisses the ground as you wait for your prayers to be answered chained by the fear that they won't... You fight against the barricades that restrain… Continue reading All good things to those who…

Ishaisms, Poetry

Unbecoming and Becoming

I'm tied - a lost, anchored boat, storm tossed in an abandoned land - with the water sizzling up in a flame, a fiery chalice, burning roped bridges, wreaking red and orange havoc that smoulders, crackles and drops, as the lone soul runs for dear life and the gasping bridge burns close behind... Save me,… Continue reading Unbecoming and Becoming