Ishaisms, Poetry, Reflections


Dear reader, Shelley once wrote, “I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed.” For years, I felt this way too and ended up wallowing in my sorrow. Questions of ‘Why me?’ haunted the dark corners of my mind and kept me from vacating this state for good. It was only in time that the… Continue reading O GARDENER!

Fiction, Ishaisms

The Ships Are Coming In

He stands by the shore, watching intently, brows knit; the rugged contours of his face caressed by the sun sprawled across the midday sky...and those storytelling eyes - telling a tale of a hard, long, arduous wait... He wears an ancient robe that seems to have been lent to him from the man he used… Continue reading The Ships Are Coming In