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A Letter to Desire

Hey all,

I hope everyone is safe and sound during these uncertain times.
It is with great pleasure that I share with you my article titled “A Letter to Desire,” which was published on June 20th, in the newly revamped Lightbox Originals Newsletter!

https://lightboxoriginals.com/letter-to-desire/

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Love,
Shobana

Poetry

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 might overshadow thoughts in mind,

Its silent yearning,

Becomes a part of you,

It yearns for a name,

It yearns for some recognition,

It yearns for a space,

in your heart.

This illusion;

Might shatter,

Its glass like figurine,

As fragile as love.

As with love,

It is breakable,

As with love,

It can bloom radiant,

As with love,

It is stitched to the strings of heartbeats.

-shobana-All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2019

Poetry

Far Too Late I Realized That Another day And Another Time Was Yesterday…

Once when there was life in me,

I took it for granted,

I waited far too long, thinking I had time,

Maybe to say “I Love You” or just to be around,

To light up someone’s life and maybe even mine.

I put off the day, and then realized far too soon it was night,

Time had passed through my procrastination,

Precious time that I couldn’t ever have again,

Or grasp and hold, and maybe even sing and dance.

Once, said like it was in the past,

Only, it was yesterday that I had missed out on,

Never to hold or grasp in my hand,

Never to sing or dance again.

Time flew past like it always did,

It never checked with the clock before it ticked another minute,

Far too soon, it was time to die,

And far too late, I realized that I needed more time,

To live, maybe to do the things I never did for lack of time,

Or just to sing and dance, to say “I Love You,”

For another chance to see the other side of the world,

That was not within my reach,

The one I wasted time, ignored, and left out of my plans,

Thinking,

I could do it another day, another time,

Far too late, I realized that another day and another time was yesterday!

All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2018