SIMPLY SHOBANA

To the Rose of My Heart

Rose of My Heart

“It is you,” he said, ever so softly,

“You are the rose of my heart,” his eyes shaded with unspilt tears.

The wind did bring it to her ears,

It carried it far and wide, across oceans,

Across mountains, and through rushing tides.

“Catch it, and keep it close to your heart,” he whispered.

She touched the tender wisps of his words that felt soft on her lips.

She heard his voice as a gentle caress,

She caught it, while its softness endeared him to her heart,

Bearing a craving for his love,

To embrace her in the petals of his love, wrapped in rose buds of eternal flame.

-shobana-

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Words do belong to dreamers!

Somedays I escape monotony,

Even in a crowd, I feel such emptiness,

I search, explore and find a way,

To bring soulful reasons to unanswered queries.

Why, does the windchime,

Create a vision paralleled to peacefulness?

Where does the flurry of a disturbed notion,

Go when unheeded, unclaimed & deciphered?

I believe they reside deep in the core of your being,

In a tiny vault that says it all,

“Some questions remain unanswered, till the tide breathes its last.”

Somedays when the wind chime trades its soothing sounds,

With broken hearts,

With a tender call, to rouse a grieved,

Its soulful voice brings harmony.

-shobana-

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Far Too Late I Realized That Another day And Another Time Was Yesterday…

Once when there was life in me,

I took it for granted,

I waited far too long, thinking I had time,

Maybe to say “I Love You” or just to be around,

To light up someone’s life and maybe even mine.

I put off the day, and then realized far too soon it was night,

Time had passed through my procrastination,

Precious time that I couldn’t ever have again,

Or grasp and hold, and maybe even sing and dance.

Once, said like it was in the past,

Only, it was yesterday that I had missed out on,

Never to hold or grasp in my hand,

Never to sing or dance again.

Time flew past like it always did,

It never checked with the clock before it ticked another minute,

Far too soon, it was time to die,

And far too late, I realized that I needed more time,

To live, maybe to do the things I never did for lack of time,

Or just to sing and dance, to say “I Love You,”

For another chance to see the other side of the world,

That was not within my reach,

The one I wasted time, ignored, and left out of my plans,

Thinking,

I could do it another day, another time,

Far too late, I realized that another day and another time was yesterday!

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