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

Sunrise Rhapsody



I lean towards the morning with the sunrise in view
Watching it rise above a mountain of dew
I take a walk just measuring the moments anew
Just like a new day grazing past a sky filled with drapes

I take a turn running after the picturesque in queue
As I lift myself above the grass green aglow
Just watching the moment the sunrise comes in view
And sitting on a blanket of a grass filled with dew..

In an amazing kaleidoscope of colors I am me in between
The glow of the sunrise on my face shining pretty
and the song that comes to mind I sing so heart-free
I wait for the moment when the sun rise somewhere dawn East..

I wait with abated breath watching the mountains high for the Sunrise Rhapsody..

-shobana-

If

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The timekeeper kept staring at the clouds,

His glass of water crystal clear,

His thirst not near quenched,

His faltered heart a little fearful,

To face the void of an empty vessel.

He sips, and leaves about a glass half filled,

or would you rather think it half empty?

~

If all the world drank to quench insatiable thirst,

Would they be as fulfilled as a mocking bird,

Mimicking the ways of other birds,

Having its say, in another’s habit.

~

If men and women rhymed with the times of present,

Ignoring the past, its lessons undone,

Would they be more the wiser, than all the foxes that hound,

The deepest forest, looking for a naive capture.

~

If hatefulness resides in hearts of men,

Would love ever find a way to unwind their wickedness,

No, not of this hour, or the next for sure,

For love is salvation, while hate is destruction.

~

If there was a calm before a storm,

Wouldn’t you think it wise, to be of sound mind,

To be unafraid, to be ready for the onslaught,

Wouldn’t you find a way to avoid all harm?

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If you and I, were of beginning of time,

Maybe you the Adam, and I, the Eve,

Would you change the way creation was formed?

Would you let the serpent destroy your calm?

~

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-shobana-

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That Place Called Heaven

It is the place where the Sun breathes a little,

And paves the way for a drizzle,

So that the clouds water the gateways of another world.

Of course, it is just as colorful as the orange of its sunrise,

Or the orange of its sunset,

Sometime at the rise of dawn, or set of the dusk,

When the rush of the tides wash away the remnants of a day past,

Alongside the grime of worldly clatter,

And careens with the scepter of the living.

That’s a place called Heaven!

~

He waltzes just as the breeze,

So light on his feet, he gently leads her steps,

Whirling on tides like the seas,

Rush of emotions as blinding as those starstruck gaze,

Where he cannot see past his love.

~

It matters not where you are,

Shipwrecked or berthed,

The sacredness of true love,

Will channel your way to the “One”

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Obsession can be both frightening and fulfilling,

You might have to leave your thoughts that bind,

And recklessly abandon,

Your life to a never-ending rhyme of wanting.

~

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Would You Share That Spot With Me

Would you share that spot with me,

Under the umbrella like tree,

It seems like it will somehow be able to sprinkle a little of the sea breeze on me,

And maybe just protect me from those sunny beach kind of rays of the Sun.

~~
Would you share that spot with me,

The one where I might be hidden from view,

You would have to look,

A little hard look,

To see me somewhere in between.

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Who knows who can,

And,

Who will share that spot with me.

I am as carefree as the sand,

On a windblown day,

I am as carefree as the wings of the birds there.

~~
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Nostalgia

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The shimmer of the setting sun glistens against crimson clouds, its façade, unblemished. The lighthouse stands regal, as stoic witness. The waters create a contrasting veneer on an evening of nostalgia. Nothing can disturb its peace, not even eager tides beating against quiet sands. People have walked, embracing, on those tacit sands.

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There came an uprising, turbulent tides washed away remnants of a past, of a bygone era; where devoutly the setting sun danced with shadows on pristine waters, plagued thoughts, indulged in a panoramic composition of art and symphony, as the lighthouse watched the tides turn in its wakefulness.

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On Truth!


“If I told you the truth, you would never believe it. Hence, I am caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. But, truth is something you can never hide. It will find its way out of hiding sometime or other. Maybe, it is time for truth to be unveiled.

It is not without witnesses!”

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“People interpret truth any way they want, but you have to be earnest to make lies believable!”

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“People often choose to believe lies to be the truth, and truth as lies. It just seems easier that way.”

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“Once, someone told me that life is full of lies. Even smiles cannot be trusted. Happiness is temporary, and love is the greatest actor of all. Hope is the only way to thrive.”

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An Exquisite Encounter

Hi Everyone,

Did we think twice about going on a holiday?
No way, ho-sea!!

We packed our bags, got into the car and drove to the exotic Penang Island, The Pearl of the Orient, over the weekend. It is a 5-6 hour drive from Kuala Lumpur, depending on traffic and the speed with which you are traveling.

In spite of the pandemic, we all agreed that we needed a bit of reprieve from months of isolating ourselves, and the stay at home order. We still had to move around with masks, but, I think a lot of us are slowly getting used to the idea that it might have to be considered as second skin for months and months to come.

To say that we were excited is an understatement. Having been busy with my writing for the longest time, I thought that the holiday was such a stress reliever. When I saw how nature had thrived and blossomed all around me, it was the icing on the cake.

Anyway, the seaside was simply glorious. I took a walk on the beach just before sunrise, and watched with awe – its ascension into our part of the world, so sublimely timeless an ascent.

The rising sun broke into clouds, still and slumberous, cast its rays from its heavens right to the sands on which I stood, gaping at its beauty.

I love the sunrise, sunset, the sea, the sands, and as I walked back to the hotel, I hoped that my footprints on the wet sands, where the tides just minutes earlier had rushed to embrace, will stay embedded a little longer, to make it an exquisite encounter with the sea for me.

These are memories that will always stay imprinted in my mind forever.

Love,
Shobana
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A Letter to Desire

Hey all,

I hope everyone is safe and sound during these uncertain times.
It is with great pleasure that I share with you my article titled “A Letter to Desire,” which was published on June 20th, in the newly revamped Lightbox Originals Newsletter!

https://lightboxoriginals.com/letter-to-desire/

I must say that it is great to be part of such an inspiring, beautiful newsletter. Take a look, as they have great articles and news to share with all and sundry.

In the meantime, stay safe. Let’s work together to get Covid19 out of the way.

Love,
Shobana

Review on The Healing Riverbeds Published!!

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Recommended Meditative Read

June 7, 2020 Posted by Katy Haas
Guest Post by Christina Francine

The Healing Riverbeds is a sharing of reflections about being human at a time when the world suffers from a pandemic, contains violent unrest, and deals with brutal worldwide environmental concerns. Shobana Gomes considers humans accountability for these “calamities” and examines herself as well. At the same time, she takes a stand as a witness. She thinks about the positives around her too and considers her daughter’s unique way of viewing.
From a children’s point of the world, the solutions are clear: “The world outside was a messy world. It had become toxic and dangerous, and the ones who would be most affected were the children.” In order for her to continue, she would leave her “coloring for another day . . . till the riverbeds heal, till its waters flow freely once again.”
Gomes’ examination and reflection is thought-provoking, one that contemplates human’s positive and negative effects on the world. She also contemplates the challenges of being human and questions the “maze” we’ve all been placed into.
A stirring read that asks the deep questions of life and points toward innocence for answers. The type of read all humans should explore. A recommended meditative read.

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Have I Told You Lately – Rod Stewart

Music heals the soul. A beautiful song by Rod Stewart – Enjoy!

REVIEW: MR.INKER FINDS A HOME (CHRISTINA FRANCINE)

Mr. Inker Finds a Home by [Christina Francine]
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Title of Book: MR. INKER FINDS A HOME

Author: Ms.Christina Francine Kennison

( Author & Adjunct Professor of Writing & English, & Of Technical Communication, USA)

Reviewed by: Shobana Gomes

(Poet/Writer, Malaysia)

Date of Review: 01/06/2020

Mr. Inker is a pen that is created to tell a story of profound importance. It is a pen that talks and is wise as it is humorous.

The Author, Ms.Christina Francine, has evocatively brought us to the attention of how the children of today would rather play and learn with gadgets and computers, rather than use a pen/pencil to write and learn. A child’s world today is centered around mechanical intervention.

Ms.Francine has also portrayed a little of the fear that is faced by immigrants who move to another country to seek better lives for their families, especially for their children.

I would recommend Mr.Inker Finds a Home, written with a little humor, and much imagination, to her targeted readers, as it fosters deeper understanding towards the plight of immigrants in children, and invokes greater interest in learning with traditional tools.

  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • File Size: 1443 KB
  • Print Length: 46 pages
  • Publisher: Waldorf Publishing (21 April 2020)
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B087H8YQ6G

The Way to Beautiful

The other day, I had a visitor who read this entry I posted in https://alittletimewithshobana.blogspot.com, so I thought I would re-post it here. Hope you enjoy! (From my book “Walking Through Beauty, Timeless Footsteps”)

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The Way to Beautiful

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What attracts a man to a woman?

Her gentleness,
Her soft tenderness,
Her gracefulness,
Her appealing daintiness.

A charmer on a quest, his eyes seeked a beauty,
Who woke his senses, like the touch of gentle rain.

His heartbeat was irrational, much like the flickers of twinkling stars,
When she smiled, it reminded him of the first sign of dawn,
Flawless, Awakening, Mesmerizing.
His eyes sought her thoughts.

The way to beautiful,
Is not an easy route,
It plays music with your heart, and attires your mood,
To look as beautiful as the morning dew,
Is to have magic in your soul.

The way to beautiful,
Begins with a heart as pure as gold,
With eyes that color the world,
With a smile that lifts weariness,
And, a touch as light as the feathers of a bird,
So light, it makes you float, and not feel the ground,
Much like leaving imprints everlasting on sands of time.

-shobana-
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