Isha C. : Writing

The Autobiography of a Volcano

The Autobiography of a Volcano

A Poem by Isha C.


Lava boils inside of me. Like Haldane described earth, At the beginning of the creation. This primitive agony, Paralyzes my..
A Garden of Roses

A Garden of Roses

A Poem by Isha C.


I like to see-Rain falling down from the sky,It helps me to breathe;Seeing roses in my garden did not die.Roses have thorns,And so do I.You added fire..
To A Stranger

To A Stranger

A Poem by Isha C.


I was at the station and it was raining. Again him and I were boarding the same train.