Comments about Ishaan Bhola
The Reverse Love
fine steel grey evening it was and we met again under the bridge. For
the last time. Eyes exchanged the last ‘ how-did-I –ever-fell-for-you’
strange mélange of pain and regret and hate and loss, flushed the
cup of my mind so tired. Love-the extension of one’s self-shatters
like the other childhood myths and castles of adolescent dreams.
And an engulfing silence scares and delights the unmoving thoughts
Of never to see each other again. And we never saw each other again.
And as the days melted and flowed making the aching feelings emerge
From the stone of ...