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… Read More

Just A Little Color

The colors of this world are astounding, It breathes enchantment, nourishes the senses while at the same time calms one’s mind – shobana ~~~~~ This time the world is quieter, solemn, thoughtful and quite colorful. The distant seems… Read More

Of a Rose

There is that beauty, then there is the thorn, There is the luscious beauty born. As you gaze at its adorning crown, Beware, the hidden thorn, It waits to prick you, Be forewarned. ~~ The fragrant rose is… Read More

Aimless

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… Read More

Why?

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… Read More

When Sunday Goes Past Me

Have you ever been empowered by the quiet of a Sunday? It fills you with a touch of gentleness, a sort of exquisiteness, You feel its presence without any pretense embrace your soul. . I awake to dawn… Read More

Where It Never Rains

I walked once where elephants graced, Where it never rains, Where the dusty ground never felt mud, Where the tired trees were barely consumed by greens, Where the Sun God shined ceaselessly. ~~ It taught me how to… Read More

Desmond

On the 6th of September, 2007, we made our way to Toronto, Canada, full of hope, plus with a little apprehension for Sasha’s next phase in life – her tertiary education.  She was among the first batch of… Read More

Sweet September

It is hard to believe that September is as sweet as its name, Except when, you see those maples trees turn in shade; red, yellow and a dusty strain.  I walked under those trees one September, marveling at… Read More

A Place to Dream

(A re-post) I found a place to dream, It was a long time ago, In an illusory setting masking the clouds, Where trees were leafless, As they had fallen to the ground. I found a bridge to another… Read More

Words

Words, how you strike like a sword, Leaving imprints that can lift you, Or subject you to distraught. ~~ Words, how you create wisdom, Leaving minds to decipher, Between what’s right and what is wrong, Your insightful deliverance,… Read More

Silence

I walked into the woods, following my heart, There was no sound, None, not even the sound of the creatures there abound. ~~ What silenced was the stillness from none other than the Sun, Its rays touched the… Read More