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Monday, April 29, 2013

Waking Sunrise

I once timed my smile with the rise of the sun
and felt its rays lift my soul,
I felt it light me and drift with its presence
after its arduous brush with dawn.

I gazed at the hour
Telling time as with nature
when the flowers doth bloom and glow
At the sunrise I doth lift my brow.

I smile at the day that the sunrise began
and wait with an edge of a child
Basking in its presence
All gay and refreshed
from a night that had gone just before
Whilst the sunrise does yonder go..

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Saturday, April 27, 2013

Bleeding Summer Under The Sun

Blue Water Royalty Free Stock Image - 13504886

Singing out on a summer day
Tripping all over hay
I run out into the ocean blue
And step into tranquil waters bay

Waging a dip into the sea
Turquoise the color, deep blue sea
Waters that glisten
on tepid days sending an illusion
a mirage some say
into its vastness...

Turning and churning
They touch the seabed in a way
they seem so inviting
as though they are kissing each other
every single day
A twosome undivided...

Some say it leaves when tides go low
and disappear for a while
Taking with it
The season of its pride
bleeding summer under the sun...


Sunday, April 21, 2013

"Imagination Unchained" is retailing at RM40-00 now. Place your orders now via my fb account or email address creativewritingwithshobana@gmail.com . Delivery will take 3-4 weeks. 

Below is a little something of the author and her book summary :)

Author Biography

Born in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Stanis Gomes started writing under the pseudonym "shobana" after the sudden demise of her youngest brother in 2007 - her journey of inspiration thus ignited by her passion for writing. A Malaysian Indian, she is married with two girls both of whom she has always referred to as her mentor and friend.
Her poetry constitutes of her thoughts written on her inspiration gained from everyday life and her passion for writing is evident in her clarity in describing the beauty of life. A Roman Catholic by faith she has often cited the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ when she puts her pen on paper. Imagination Unchained is the first of her books to be published on hard cover and relates to beautiful poetry of modern times.

Book Summary

Imagination Unchained delves into the minds of the readers taking them on a journey of inspiration and beauty. In this book the author has clearly outlined with vivid clarity the beauty of nature and mankind and questions many of its reasons for being. This book takes one into the hidden depths of the mind of a poet who in turn has made each poem come alive with strength and character.

Love, Peace & Joy,

Friday, April 19, 2013

Steamroller : steamroller as hdr picture

Evening Out with a Steamroller

The tarred road felt a little stiff today
The rough edges matching the weather
Chugging onto the tarmac black
The friction heated the pavement...

Evening out those jagged places
I steam, I roll and be the shaker
of a steamrolled tarmac..

Nothing stays alive
not when you crush the will to survive
Brokenness and Empty spaces
somehow leave a touch
of tears
on jagged hearts...

Evening out the bridge to a smoothness
You somehow feel that life needs
some spaces
where you need steamrollers
to survive..


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tortured Souls

Shattered glass remnicsent of brokeness
Cutting through skin perfected for men
Tired souls, reaching far into reflective waters
Driven to death, hounded by the strench of blood..

Wasted lives, living in sin made mortal by Thou
Sacred shadows following in narrow paths
Deeply etched cravings for the lewd by the poverty driven
By murderous reasons they live
salivating on the threshold of evil and disguised
by gruesome subtlety of crimes..

Souls tortured as they dwell in slime and wickedness
crushed by the need to survive a night where owls stay
awake, hooting in the wake of the passers of nightwatchers
lewdly searching for scattered remnants of souls
cast off by the powerless whose dark robe resembles
the grim tale of the diseased...

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Tuesday, April 9, 2013


Could it be said I'm the witness
of a storm brewing East
Somewhere between the equator
and  a cold centrepiece..

I woke to rain one night
Why did the cold me pierce tight
Leaving little strains of tears
on pillows held tight fighting the
Silent fears of the night...

Why do the winds blow east sometimes
when it is drought somewhere west
Why do  rainfalls called a storm
brew a display of wreckage for some
and for others a waltz in a rain drenched dance
Why do angels walk the earth
and disappear from sight - sometimes, somewhere

I run from fear, have you felt it near
touching you and leaving scars unclear
I take a turn sometimes west when
the road takes me down to where I know best
making a wrong turn and heading someplace
unknown in my quest...

Why do the skies frown sometimes
when the clouds hide away
from a bright sunny day...
Where do little whispers go
when you miss their tone or their breath so
Would they reach somewhere close
to your ears and leave you bewildered with those years
that you missed listening and only could hear
unwilling..where did those whispers go..

Why Oh Why do stars shine
On a clear crystal evening
Would they be the highlight of
leading two people in love to each other

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Monday, April 8, 2013

A Whirlwind Affair

I had an affair once
I noted it down somewhere
and told no one..

I kept it all a secret
In a journal of sorts
and called it
a whirlwind affair..
My secret lies with you....

The vision that I share
with you
The thoughts spent on a daydreaming tour
I fell in love
with my pen and paper
and called a whirlwind affair
and I think of the times
I write there..

I see those clouds
churning in blinding colors
awakening the mood in me to write
I list out reasons
to leave them hidden
but know
someday someone
will find it rare
my soul and my thoughts laid out bare...


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Riding East

Photo: Wild horses in a field of wildflowers

Riding East

The swifts movements befitting a race
Solid ground the pace
Footprints different holding fort today
As we ride with the wind
Riding East...

Strong wind blowing
caught on tales of speed
Feeling great with the pace of the distance
Galloping with much grace
Riding East...

The ground holds steadfast
The distance cut by half
Trembling flowers beneath shivers
when we are Riding East...

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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Missing One or Two from my List

"He touched me and made me whole"

Sometimes a little far from my thoughts I stray
Sometimes I look across and I see a little craze
for things so pure in appearance it made think
of my Redeemer, the I one I adore...

So catch a little glimpse of glistening waters
A little surprising at its tempers of cold
I take a little handful and I drink a little quick
and I quench my thirst with a drip...

Over the mountains where the sun hides sometimes
I wonder if the colors are bright as it shines
or would it be captured by the mountain's shadow
casting colors unseen by me...

Sometimes I wonder if I would someday thrive
Just like a little summertime lullaby
And sometimes I count all my blessings and see
there is one or two missing from my list...

O where art thou, Jesus my Redeemer and King
Would thou take my hand and lead me uphill
For I have stumbled and fallen deep below
O My Jesus I need you so...

So wipe my tears Jesus, they seem to overflow
and cradle me in your arms like a little child or so
O Jesus, where art thou
I seek thee with unrest
For the missing one or two from my list...

-shobana- (thru the voice of Jesus and Mary)
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Monday, April 1, 2013

Storm of Sorts

I tried to run
in a storm of sorts
my footsteps bridging
a thousand miles..

away from the storm of my heart
away from the noise
I listened with a deafening sound
and caught on my fears...

Each time I looked
I felt an eagle take flight
away from the dangers at sight
away from the gloom

                               My footsteps I cling to
                             the run of a thousand miles
                               each thought and word
                           eclipsing the beat of my heart...

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Goddess of Song

My Poem "Goddess of Song" was accepted and published in the February 2018 issue of the Enchanted Conversation Magazine :- Read...