SIMPLY SHOBANA

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