What’s in the air?

Do the skies seem bluer? Is the sun a-smiling? Is it just me, or is someone playing the violin? Has my heart learnt to sing without music lessons? Has Spring come before its time...and time, skipped a season? © Isha Garg

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Give me a poem…

Give me a poem on sleepless nights In the depths of anxiety give me a rhyme Give me a verbal melody to soothe my heart for in the notes of notes all troubles depart Give me a sonnet no needless sighing Let the sun set amid versifying Give me a poem in the blue morning…

Seashell Resonance…

I've always loved the sound of the ocean breaking upon the shore, when I hold a seashell to my ear and listen to its tales and lore; feel its sudden cold like water rushing onto my skin, and a hair tousle in its gusty, effervescent whooshing... Wondering who speaks on the other side of the…

Whispers of the Trees

The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed, on a scorching summer's day, about another Mountain now submerged, and become a turquoise bay... How battered and how ruined most Land, how filthy and how dead the Seas, how uncertain does the Forest stand... will someone hear their plea? The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed, on…

Water to your Earth

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…