SIMPLY SHOBANA

Monday

I saw the moon the night before Monday,

Gloriously shining its rays, the whole sky burned with its love,

It said, “Adieu, Adieu, Sunday – let’s make way for Monday,

Make sure you see the Sun before you rise,

It is me right on the other side, illuminating your day this time.

Have a lovely week ahead everyone:)

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Believe in MAGIC

Hi, this is Shobana. This new podcast is about believing in Magic. Do you believe in magic?

It is not the hocus-pocus magic that I am talking about. It is about believing in the magic of the gift of life.

When I was growing up, I had a dream. I dreamt that the Sun shone on me one day, casting a myriad of colors surrounding me, and I was a beautiful angel with wings. There was a man talking to me, a lady the most beautiful you have ever envisioned stood behind him, smiling and her radiance outshone the Sun. I was maybe around eight that time. I couldn’t move to get close to the man, rooted to the spot where I stood. But there were a few things he said that I could hear. “Believe in the magic of life. Look the Sun wakes you up and the same Sun put you to sleep, and while you are awake it gives you the hours to do as you please. Believe in the magic of life, because someday you will see magic unfold before your eyes.”

Right then, I saw the waves of the sea rise and splash against rocks, then I saw the winds rushing past strong leaves, and they moved like there was music played by those winds. The branches moved as graceful as the breeze that touched it.

I knew I looked so beautiful, I could feel it in my dream, and I never forgot how that dream made me feel.

As I grew up, and I experienced little joys in my life, I always wondered if there magic around me. I never appreciated it then, until now. I never understood the meaning of magic in life. Until, I began to treasure the gift of life. It takes a tragedy to make you sit up and awaken to the treasures of life. Losing a loved one taught me that. I now see the beauty of nature, I see beauty in people, I see beauty in everything that crosses my path. I somehow have blocked my view of what is not pleasing to the eye. I believe that everyone is special in their own way, and who am I to say if they are flawed or unattractive. Saying something that is unkind often places one in a vulnerable situation, because life is such that what goes round comes around.

There is something that I want to impart to you. Don’t speak of the ills, speak instead of beauty, of wisdom, of appreciation, of little wonders that captivate your mind. Because all my life, even though my lacking, I was lucky to have been alive.

Otherwise, how then would I learn of the beauty of poetry, which is why I say, treasure those poetic moments in your life, you will never experience it twice.

This is Shobana signing off, till I speak to you the next time, be safe and take care. Bye for now.

Believe in Magic?

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Do you believe in Magic? Not the hocus-pocus kind of magic, but something that will leave you entranced by the magic of life.

Listen to a dream I had when I was eight, and how I later realized that it was a revelation to me…

-shobana-

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These Roses Rare, I Found For You~

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These roses rare, I found for you,

In an unlikely place,

One that no-one knew.

I kept it in a secret place,

To be viewed only by you,

And then,

When it was time, I gifted it to you.


Do you see the precious flower,

See what it does to you?

It brings such gracefulness,

To my heartfelt words to you.


Do you see the glory of its gentleness?

How it seems to silently magnify its exquisiteness,

Empowering my love for you,

By its gorgeous uniqueness.


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Saying it like you mean it!

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Have you heard the mirth of a child? Full of innocence that even the biggest of troubles seem inconsequential.

Have you ever seen how an angry child behaves? He throws a tantrum to get what he wants.

And, have you seen what he does when he wants something that you have? He behaves like you are the world to him, and that he can twist you round his little finger….

Children are the best teachers to adults. They neither have pretense or display lack of trust. They trust an adult to show them the way, like holding their tiny hands and taking them on longs walks, somewhere safe, new and exciting.

Adults become their compass to growing up healthy and brave.

A child I believe, with his innocence and intelligence, teaches us adults to be honest in character, and be true to the adage “say it like you mean it” no matter what the consequences.

It is the only way to be true to oneself, to live by integrity, to be respected, and rise up to be the best.

Have a great week ahead all.

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Looking Up to Resplendence

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The blue of skies, of clouds I see none, except for splashes of white which look like traces of cotton plastered against a non-moving sky. I see the wildflowers cradled in its picturesque setting. They almost seem like they are in its embrace, only the skies are far above its reach, while the wildflowers look up to resplendence. -shobana. copyright@shobana2020

There was light, there was the Sunshine.

Another time, when the Sun overruled darkness,

the world rejoiced.

There was light, there was the sunshine,

There was the zest for living in everyone.

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Someday, when the Sun goes down,

Would you be awake to catch its next dawn?

Would you be able to withstand darkness without a glint of light when it streams across the vast skies?

Would the world then, be beholden to the quieted sun?

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Sometimes to be the light, you need to quiet the dark, for even the Sun has been given a chosen time to appear and then be gone.

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Just A Little Color

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The colors of this world are astounding,

It breathes enchantment, nourishes the senses while at the same time calms one’s mind – shobana

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This time the world is quieter, solemn, thoughtful and quite colorful.

The distant seems clearer, the view I had envisioned a long time ago,

When there was a sense of peace between nature and Man.

Though time has changed hands, now being the time of uncertain future,

There is a tireless pursuit in me to rise above any hindrance,

I want to see the birds as they were before, carefree and chirpy,

I want to be where the blossoms grow pink and perfumes its surrounding to giddiness,

I want the world as it were before,

Innocent, untouched, bare, and as always a place for safe harbour.

I want to live like there is no tomorrow.

Admiring, embracing, appreciating and rising against the storms of life that gather,

only to come off as the victor.

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Come October…

Come October…

It’s the National Poetry Day in the UK – 01/10/2020 – Theme (Vision)

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National Poetry Day was founded in 1994 by William Sieghart who said, “There are millions of talented poets out there and it’s about time they got some recognition for their work. They shouldn’t be embarrassed about reading their work out aloud. I want people to read poetry on the bus on their way to work, in the street, in school and in the pub.”

William  Sieghart CBE (born 1960) is a British entrepreneur, publisher and philanthropist[1] and the founder of the Forward Prizes for Poetry. He is the current chairman of the Somerset House Trust.[2

This year’s theme for National Poetry Day is Vision and I have written a poem based on that theme:

Does the world know what it means to have a vision?

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With dawn comes the rising Sun,

As the calendar turns a page – it’s another new month.

Somehow the world seems a little different,

The flowers of autumn,

The flowers of spring,

There is a new vision to embark upon.

~~

I think nature has finally won.

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There is a new Earth that I tread upon,

Clear as the spring waters that flow

Into lakes so pristine,

There seems to be a glow,

The birds are no more scattered,

The Seas are much calmer,

The clouds no more thickened

Nor dark or foreboding,

I walk where the air

Smells so refreshing.

~~

However,

The world of inhabitation

Has taken a beating,

They lie low for fear that

Their past deeds are now breeding,

Misfortune.

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False freedom has woken the world

To a new understanding,

For years, Man had the distinction,

To be the superior being,

But his hands bore stains,

Of misdeeds and abhorrence,

Now he is paying the price with his freedom.

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The animals graze on meadows restored,

On pastures green

They lie,

Under trees that branches bear fruits and sprout chlorophyll laden leaves,

Fresh as Summer,

Invigorated by the breeze that lingers,

A new world has taken wings.

~~

I turn the page, my vision undone,

The world now revolves, breaking away from its tiresome taunts,

And breathes as it should have from the beginning.

-shobana-

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Aimless

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No, not everything is about ME….Somedays it is about YOU!

It is like staring at a reflection of yourself in stagnant waters,

Crystal clear, clarity paramount in every detail projected.

Have you thought about what it does if you disturb its peacefulness?

You become disengaged and mirror a distorted image instead.

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Not everyone is set to walk through life in stagnant waters,

Undisturbed, unflustered, sure of their footing,

Most walk a mile aimless before they turn back to find the right route,

Most walk into trouble before they are relieved of their troubles.

~~

I once walked where the nails dug deep into my skin,

Now, I know to tread with care, avoiding the pitfalls that life is so good at surprising me with.

I once had a smile for everyone that crossed my way,

Now I smile at only the ones who I think deserves one from me….

~~

-shobana-

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Last two days to vote for my story, Falling in Love With a North Indian.

Funny, witty and charming! Read it here:-

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Why?

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One day, when the Sun hid behind the pure white cumulus clouds,

Its rays far-reaching and blazing,

The leaves on the trees strewn by its tracing light,

The mountains on the far ends, overlooking sunlit grounds,

I asked him, “Why,”

And he replied just a little nonchalantly,

“There maybe many answers to “Why” but most will be answered by a simple, “Why Not?”

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Have a great week everyone. Don’t forget to vote for my story “Falling In Love With A North Indian.”

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Jacky

Jacky,

My sister, My Friend, My Business Partner,

We shared a dream once…

Rest in Peace.

-shobana-

Where do I leave my footprints?

Where do I leave my footprints,

As I tread barefoot on soft sand?

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The debris washed ashore last night,

Some littered by the litterbugs,

I sidestep the ones that lay in a heap,

The sweepers clean as they find them,

Shaking their heads for sure,

Thinking “They would keep their houses clean, litter the public areas,

and demand a clean environment. Even the seas vomit their trash onto the beaches,

Do they not see that the seas hold the treasures of the waters, where food is derived,

where the oysters stay embedded on rocks, and yet still, the undercurrents carry the energy

they need to light up their lives?

The banyan trees shade my walk somewhat,

I look for a place to rest my weary steps,

I find them the ground littered with rubbish, rubbles and what not.

Where do I rest my weary steps as I end my walk?

Where do I sit where no stench of throwaways greet my tired mind?

Have a great weekend everyone. Please read my book and press the like button to vote, “Falling in Love with a North Indian.” A humorous look at Anjalie’s adventure in Trivandrum, her meeting with a handsome North Indian, and what she discovers….

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