SIMPLY SHOBANA

At first glance, it seemed easy, I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame, I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to impress, But like a toddler taking baby steps, I fall, struggling to get back on my feet.


The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that feet, Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as effortless, I cried first, then I laughed, Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears?


The road was long, the road was windy, The road took me to eternity, I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity, yes, eternity, But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I traveled through eternity.


There were days when I thought “not a second to waste,” Until one day I realized that it took time to reach eternity, It was the long road I had chosen, Through much travail, none of which man can know or hear of.


I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once, Right now, I face, I stare ahead, I have not seen the end, No, there is no end, I have only been on the trail to the “beginning.”

The End.

This poem was published on the Poetry Festival website on 25/02/2020https://festivalforpoetry.com/2020/02/24/read-poem-the-long-road-by-shobana-gomes

The Ugly Duckling

Have you read the story about The Ugly Duckling?

It is written by one of the most prolific Danish writers, Hans Christian Andersen.

H.C. Andersen’s fairy tales always come with a moral lesson at the end. His literary prowess has inspired my growing up years, as with countless others I am sure. He is a genius in his craft.

I must thank my dad who got us the Britanicca Enclyopedias as children. We had an entire library of them.

Interestingly, The Ugly Duckling is said to be a true story.

The story is about a duckling whose looks differ from its other siblings.

Not only does it hatch later than the rest, but it also comes out looking dark, and with a black beak.

The mother duckling was protective of her newborn and said her prized child is special and unique when the pig proclaimed it, “The Ugly Duckling.”

One day, when the Mother Duck was not looking, the ugly duckling left the flock and ventured out on its own.

The animals that it met on its solitary journey said that they had never seen a duck that looks anything like it before.

Not being able to accept its difference, and thinking itself so ugly, it hid for many seasons in between reeds by a lake.

One day it peeks to see a beautiful swan swimming in the lake. Its exclamation of admiration, “how beautiful that big bird is,” was heard by the swan.

The swan swam to where the duckling hid and told the duckling that it was beautiful too. Then the swan asked the duckling to look at its reflection in the waters.

The duckling looked to see that over the seasons, while in hiding, it had grown into a beautiful swan, with white feathers and a bright orange beak just like the other swan.

It was ecstatic and joined the swan in the lake and mingled now with the most beautiful flock of birds. -end-

I cannot help but think about how we always want to equate ourselves with beauty and if we don’t measure up, it is a self-defeating notion that we indulge in.

I thought about this story and how wrong that duckling was in self-undermining itself.

Everyone has a unique purpose in life. If you are up against one another, then feelings of envy, and misjudgment take control of your thoughts. It can be detrimental to your personable self and make you erroneously think that you are inferior to the rest.

The ugly duckling is a great metaphor to think about our priorities in life. What matters is that we make a difference, and not indulge in differences.

Have a great week ahead.

-shobana-

That cup of Nostalgia

Every day, unless it rains, this is dawn breaking into a new day.

The view will automatically inspire a smile in me when I open my eyes.

It is the priceless gift of nature that will be your companion in the end.

The warming Sun,

The glint of light parting clouds, to spread across universal skies,

The afternoon rain,

The types that water the world, clear the grime, and make music on the tarmac,

pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

the sunsets that fill you with a cup of nostalgia,

to take with you to bed,

and dream of what awaits in the morrow.

Have a great Sunday everyone.

-shobana-

In struggles & rises

You learn the most lessons from hardened souls

who live life with struggles, misfortunes and still

believe that life is worth living.

Your lease in life begins when you acknowledge

that you share the world with those around you,

so in struggles, you lift each other,

and in rises, you remember your roots.

Shobana Gomes

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