Ishaisms, Short Story


Today I heard the cooing of a dove… in the same melodious sing-song way as that blessed hour when I had heard one three years ago in that Winter’s morn… The chilly mists rose up the towers, with a vague warning, signaling ‘twere better one kept the windows shut; for one’s submission unto the damp… Continue reading THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE


Battle Scars

Once you've been through hellthere's no enjoying heaven without being hauntedOnce heard the roar of guns, cannons and shell,no sound that hence leaves you undaunted Flashes of a life too dearhome and warmth become mere dreamsWe don't speak of them out here-there's no shot can end an endless scream. Out there on the battlefieldbrothers, men… Continue reading Battle Scars

Ishaisms, Reflections


I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,… Continue reading OF LOVE AND WAR