SIMPLY SHOBANA

You, the difference

Have you noticed how a picture stands out in the dark? The ambience without clutter, The radiance without daylight, The luminescence under a moonlight. ~ Do you feel like you are in another dimension? Like your feet is… Read More

Then I Came Along

A long time ago, When Sunrises were taken for granted, I ran with the wildflowers, growing tall on sprawling meadows. ~ Some days were long, While others thrust forward, just like the milestones I tread, Liberating, freeing and… Read More

When You Swim With The Sharks

Some books that might interest your summer reading! A review will be much appreciated. Have a safe, wonderful weekend everyone. The Healing Riverbeds is an entry for the Kindle UK Storyteller Contest. $0.99 on Kindle. “Mom, do you… Read More

Sunrise Rhapsody

I lean towards the morning with the sunrise in viewWatching it rise above a mountain of dewI take a walk just measuring the moments anewJust like a new day grazing past a sky filled with drapes I take… Read More

If

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… Read More

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 fa├žade, 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

The Rainbow Of My Past

It could have included you, this rainbow from my past, It trailed the skies in seven hues, It presented itself as an illustrious sign of novelty. . As it trailed to the other end of the universe, Where… Read More

Posthumously

Did you miss me today? You wrote with sadness, the ink red, Do you remember the last time when we spoke? We were alone in a crowd, Our eyes spelt what the weather portrayed, Downcast, clouds a little… Read More

When Talking About It…

Talk about it like it is something of irrelevance, Because each time you make it relevant, you give rise to fear. Talk about it like it is a hurdle you have to cross, To reach that nirvana that… 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

When the warmth of the Sun is just Awaking

Some days there are tiny crabs that show itself on those sands, Those are days when the warmth of the Sun is just awaking, When the tides playfully rush to shore. . You might pick one of those… Read More