Ishan

Joined January 2023

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I dabble with poetry, for better or verse,

I like to embellish, not keeping it terse.

This rhyming isn't great, I see,

But then it could've been worse!

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Where time lives on
This mind of ours, never ceases to amaze, Its alleys as deep, as they are vast. Deep inside its entwined lanes, stands tall,
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
The Pearls of Pain
Brought forward, at times, by deep anguish, Or well up I do in moments of joy. I make my way in the most heartfelt hug,
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
Infancy
Bang his head hits the wooden door, Abruptly ends his scurrying crawl. For a moment, his eyes widen in shock, The next quarter is filled with his deafening bawl.
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
Sounds of the Sea
Yesterday, the sea spoke to me, It’s murmur, though, was faint. Came to the ear but in the eye of the mind, A picture it did paint.
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
The Shape-shifter
It is the wakefulness of the night, Also the deep recess of slumber. It jives in drunken revelry, Reclines in a mood utterly somber.
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
Poring over pouring
A tinge of grey mars the heaven’s azure, Ushers in soon a merry pitter-patter. A moment apt for hot coffee or tea, I am inclined to prefer the latter.
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
When Nature comes Knocking
Carefully he nudged it along with a little stick, The tyre wobbled, but kept in its file. Just then the first drop of rain kissed his cheek,
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
Sandcastles
The stick broke again, as he carved out a ridge in the mound of sand. She walked in and stood near by, He smiled, and she waved a shy hand.
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets
5 Life Lessons from a Broken Leg
26th December, 1997. On a chilly winter evening in Meerut (India), I was all charged up and engrossed in a game of roadside cricket — an activity I had hardly ever involved myself with until this school break. So, when nine year old me, egged on by teenaged teammates, saw a catch for the taking, he did the obvious — run hard and dive.
By Ishan3 years ago in Motivation
A Job Half Done
Their first conversation had few words, But seasoned it was with measured laughter. They agreed the tea was good, and the weather pleasant,
By Ishan3 years ago in Poets

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Where time lives on

The Pearls of Pain

Infancy

Sounds of the Sea

The Shape-shifter

Poring over pouring

When Nature comes Knocking

Sandcastles

5 Life Lessons from a Broken Leg

A Job Half Done

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