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Monday, May 27, 2013


 Voice of Dissension


Woe to those who plunder thee
for if it not be for the mass
there be not the successor.


Politics I say is the threshold of fire
One with disguised ire
Walking on pyre
Trailing wounds that bleed
and charred remains
The debate encounter a winner
who deludes the forsaken.


Shall we say that perhaps
Politics blindly faces chagrin of displeasure
only to have them be made into
a verbal encounter
one where the silent cannot
gain a winner.

Politics waylays those roused from slumber
and delights in a show of a common agenda.


-shobana-
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Soldiers : Silhouette of an army soldier saluting on hills against sunset

   

Sunday, May 26, 2013




Dancing With You


We hold on to what we have
Each Other

As we waltz and the music plays
lights are dim

The crooner sings a love song
one that's made for us

If I had a chance to be anywhere
but with you
I'd be lost

If I were given a night
wrapped in halos and angel wings
I'd dream of you and me
waltzing the night away
cheek to cheek
stolen kisses 
and 
feeling the beating
of two hearts.

I'd feel the heat of the moment
standing by you
and gazing into eyes
that shine of love
and hear that music
fade away
leaving me breathless
just to the sway
of
Dancing with you..



-shobana-
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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Between The Sky And The Blue Tide

Jackie Martinez (#44743)



Have you wondered
Just wondered
At a nymph who walks waters
Every eye that reaches the objet d'affection
admires the scenic view
incomprehensible
sometimes at the reaction from within
Captured
with misty eyed rapture...

Walking in white, playing the tide
she feels those waters touching knee high
Feeling so free
Carefree and quite so enchanting
She looks a picture
By the seaside blue
She feels a bit pampered
by the gentle breeze that blow
large locks across her face...

By the seaside blue she craves...

Between the sky and the blue tide she remains
a nymph walking the tide in white...

-shobana-
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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Blessed Love



Shes sees tiny specks of white like woven wool
with admiration and awe
As she slowly embraces their showers of embolden beauty
her fingers so gentle to
silk like feel
her world of beauty
 belongs to love
for 
wouldn't you agree
that beauty exists with the gentleness
of a touch
and a carefree heart.

Wouldn't you agree
that the world of white is blessed with green
one of purity and a tinge of naivety
just like love
lost someplace
between your head and your heart
blessed love..


-shobana-
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Thursday, May 9, 2013

Putting Ink on Paper

Open Book Stock Photo


I still remember the days when I learnt
the abc's of life...
Scientific exploration, technological innovation
the list goes on and on..

Have you tried a little ink smudged on paper pink
and recollected the colors in display?
Crafting images coloring rainbows in red, blue and green
with dried out crayons smudging its edge..

Brain shackled by the ink dried black and blue
on pieces of paper held together by glue
And tales of old and Shakespeares' quote
ringing tiresomely through 
a lesson taught by the guru(s)

So there you go I started out with a passionate need
to embrace all that's been taught and re-told
by the teachers of yesterday who see the leaders of today
carrying out their ambitious pride.. 
inscripted with ink dried on paper.

-shobana-
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Friday, May 3, 2013

Once Upon a Horseback Ride

Free Route Stock Photo - 9056440

I love cartoons like a drummer who beats his way to cheers
I love blue skies like a well tended carpet grass that paves the lawn
I love greenness like its Greenland somewhere north of the hemisphere
and I love a landscape like a drawing I did when I was ten..

I rode a horse to another town and along the way
I strayed
With my thoughts so far,
I reached miles before
my horseback ride took me there.
I felt the heat on a sunny beat of the horseshoe on its feet
Tip flop a flop and a tiddle drop we went..

My heart is true, I told my beau
that it takes a lot to love
When with sunny dues I give love to you
Would you consider it best
Or if I could trace all I said with craze
making you my endless chase
I would take a horse ride to the next town
for you.

Tiddle drop and a honey crop like the bees
I would sting you
Tip flop a flop and a top of the crop I would
consider you
When my horseback ride is over now
that my love has shown for you
I sit awaiting time that flies to be with you...

-shobana-
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013



Tracing Lifestyles


She looks into a dream
once upon a timeless era
and see the outline of a promise.

For far into her mind
she's kept a diary of sorts
with dates unmentioned and forgotten.

Sometimes on lacy days
when troubles come and shift away
like the weather - a cumbersome encounter,
For the sills of life with frills
are given in tandem
to those with the right of leisure.

And on other stormy times
when the windows are covered
from the blistering heat of the sun,
she sees a centerpiece of mapped
out future.
For far into a daze
she gazes astray
and dreams of a lifestyle of treasure

Her kin nor the child of her
bearing to endanger
she begs for a lifestyle of safe adventure.
For to slip into the skin
of a curtain of spring
she sees a lifestyle of pleasure.

-shobana-
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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...