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 25/02/2020

My Time In Pondicherry, (French India)

I visited Pondicherry, formed out of 4 territories of French India, at the turn of the Millenium.

I was mildly surprised that the roads were quite deserted for a weekend. The buildings were reminiscent of French designs and I loved that they were preserved so well.

As usual, I took a walk to the seaside and then realized that there was a movie shoot taking place and that the crowds were there, watching the actors in action.

It was hard to get a good look at the actors from where I stood, so I took a walk along the seaside with my cousin. The sun was slowly setting so you can imagine how beautiful it was.

We had our brunch before that at a restaurant that served French cuisine. I can still remember how tasty the food was. Freshly baked buns, croissants, unsalted butter, marmalade, and eggs to perfection. I love marmalade and it tasted so good there.

Anyway, we spent some time at the beach and when it was dark, we decided to stop by a church. We were getting ready to leave for Trivandrum. The church doors were locked when I walked inside the compound, but there was this gentleman who saw me and opened a side door for me. 

I think he wanted to make a tourist like me happy:)

It was an old beautiful church, and I was a little disappointed that we couldn’t spend more time in Pondicherry, but I made a wish at that church, and it did come true. We were just passing by.

They say when you visit a church for the first time, to make three wishes (well, my mom taught us that, and I still carry on that tradition.)

It is Ponggal today (harvest festival), a very auspicious occasion for Hindus everywhere, and here’s wishing all those who celebrate a “Happy Ponggal.”

-shobana-All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2021

Coz’ we’re living in a world of fools, breaking us down.

Good Morning,

Remember this song by the Bee Gees?

Coz’ we’re living in a world of fools, breaking us down, when they all should let us be…


After the Rain

View of the sky from my home yesterday!

These are rainy days here in Malaysia. A couple of states in the country are affected by flooding, unfortunately.

Indoors, most of the time, I stare out my window every now and then, while doing some reading or writing.

Yesterday, I watched the rainwater splash onto my windows and trickle down the panes, and thought how refreshing the scenery outside was, a glazed view and nourished weather greeted my appraising eyes. 

It was terribly cold though, and I kept thinking about some of my holidays abroad when I felt compelled to snuggle under the covers in my hotel room and keep myself warm instead of exploring a new place. However, the weather never got me down, no matter the snow, or the rain, neither the heat nor the pain, lol, though I must say I complained quite a bit. Wouldn’t you? When you plan an outing and the weather challenges you with its usual unpredictability.
I must say that once and that was in Colorado, I caught the death of cold but still made it to the Rocky Mountains. I miss it now.

So then, after the rain stopped, I stared out the window and caught the above beautiful view of the sky. It seemed like a painter had strewn white paint across the darkened blue clouds, still heavy from all that raining. It is a magnificent view, wouldn’t you say so?

My poem “Let It Rain, Let it Shine” was published today on Penser Study Point website. Here’s the link below. Have a great day/night wherever you are, my friends.

Let It Rain, Let it Shine” is published on 06/01/21 on Penser Study Point website. (A guest post by invitation)

-shobana- All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2021

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