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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The Summer Sky

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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