Musical notes lined up in harmony, before the poet's flute; musical notes created an enchanting symphony when the poet wrote. Musical notes found themselves in jeopardy, when the thief one night stole; musical notes now creak in a cacophony devoid of honesty and soul. © Isha Garg
Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales? I hear stories of the lost and gone, in the winds and gales; in the shadows of time, they move and dwell - their goodbyes sudden, devoid of the death knell. But I've seen many a person leave, and my queries quell; known how to be… Continue reading Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales?
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
Knowing it was a hopeless voyage, why did I get on this ship? Was it merely for the lure, the gratification, the thrill? What happens when the passengers desert me? What happens when I hit the dead end, no shore beneath my feet? What happens when it all breaks down, the vessel, the sails? What… Continue reading AFFLICTION
Dearest pair of eyes-number-two, I hate how I can't do without you; how you won't let me read lying down, and push yourself up and out as if you'd drown; then fall onto my side and cross your arms in anger, submitting me to your whims and fancies and temper! You get dusty in a… Continue reading GLASSES
