SIMPLY SHOBANA

Her Name is Spring…

She was once a bud, until she bloomed and showed the world what it was to be a flower… Don’t lovers have an affinity with flowers? It is how they relate when words fail, Or, when they stand… Read More

Why of Beauty, He asked….

Why? Why of beauty? Have you ever seen the way the skies react on a pristine, sparkling day, They gather scattered clouds, colors of some a darker blue than the rest, the pastels emerging white, They sail, they… Read More

You, the Shamrock of My Dreams

Did you call out to me once? When the hollow world was filled with beauty, Often times when you think of beauty, it makes shamrocks of your dreams! I stepped on stone as I was walking on a… Read More

In Search For A Place Called Paradise

Wake the world up? It’s been asleep far too long. Complacent, Unminding… Go look for the harbour of safety, for we are now steeped in turbulent uprising. Where do we start? How do we find the way to… Read More

Outshone by Elegance

Pure, framed amongst a garden of serenity, You bloomed, a spectacular vision, Arousing sensuality, your sanctity, an abstract of sacredness. . Amidst you, stood the ones of colors display, Some in shades that beguiled the garden to wakefulness,… Read More

Like the rainbow of the Niagara Falls

It was a drizzling that day, when I stood before the mighty Niagara Falls. Some felt the rain, while others stood, their umbrellas so out of context against the awesome panorama of majesty, that was Niagara. My umbrella… Read More

Be The Sunrise In Someone’s Life

(taken from my gift collection). I know how sometimes she seeks out the Sunrise, It does show itself to the world every morning, and then disappears when it has lighted up the whole world. .Once, a long time… Read More

It’s the Holy Week for Christians the World Over.

This is one situation, that people of our time has never experienced. It has opened our eyes to the complexity of an unprepared world. It has brought on a fear so great that nothing else matters but to stay unaffected, to stay alive, to go back to times of past when it was a free world. I think from now on, we have learnt to never take things for granted.

The Fire of Hope

Well it is another month into 2020, and the fire of its rebuke never ceases. Here’s a poem of hope for you.

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