SIMPLY SHOBANA

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… Read More

Nostalgia

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… Read More

Nothingness

Out of nothingness came that speck of hope, That light that everyone tries to find at the end of a tunnel, I, at the least was the master of my fate, though I must say that, It was… Read More

Argentina

Argentina, I have heard about you… You were of days gone old, Sultry looks, pouty lips, a sculptured face, Your sensuousness redeemed a nation’s creed. . Argentina, the crops once grew wild, Where the wars ravaged the gardens… Read More

The day white collared jobs turned blue!

Is this how it is supposed to be? Me, after all that arduous studying, graduating, and finally a white collared worker, starting off with a reasonably high income, all because of my studious qualification, now, a confused, tired,… Read More

The Centrefold of Beauty

There are days when I gaze, at these gentle flowers, So consuming in their colors and fragility. It becomes the centrefold of beauty. —— She once stood on a rock, Uplifted by its strength, Even through her blistered… Read More

Someplace To Hide!

Maybe it is the haunting Sun, It kept away at a time when it was needed the most, To shine its brightest, to lead with light or to simply, keep the dark away. There were days when she… Read More

Or, what of poetry?

Or, what of poetry? he once asked, Well, I said twirling around on the Sun kissed sands, It takes me to that faraway place, One where, there is peaceful bliss, an enchantment of beauty, where the weight of… Read More

When You Leave A Mark In This World

Everyone is entitled to their own way of living. If due respect is given, there wouldn’t be an issue that cannot be settled amicably. Religion is a choice, it is not something that is to be forced upon. I believe in doing good. That is religion enough for me!

This Illusion

I dreamed of roses, The picture in my mind,So exquisite, That it creates, An illusion. This illusion; It is found somewhere deep within, In pockets that hold love, So intricately, So intensely, It creates, An illusion. This illusion;It… Read More

GODDESS OF SONG

THEME: UN RÊVE D’AMOUR (A DREAM OF LOVE) The winning poem published in the Enchanted Conversation Magazine, February 2018 edition. It is the exquisite enchantment of finding love in the most unlikely of place. Sometimes its presence whispered… Read More

The Summer Sky