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Saturday, November 26, 2016

TO MY SISTER ON HER BIRTHDAY

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TO MY SISTER

ITS NOT OFTEN I GET TO REMIND YOU
JUST HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE
AND BIRTHDAYS ARE SPECIAL ENOUGH

YOU ARE SOMEONE I LOVE DEARLY
AND ADMIRE
YOU ARE THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE
I CAN LAUGH WITH, SHARE SECRETS  WITH AND
TOTALLY RELY ON
YOU ARE THE BRIDGE BETWEEN MY PAST
AND MY FUTURE
AND I WISH YOU THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!     


-SHOBANA-

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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Give, Give its the spirit of Give

Somewhere out there is a girl
Who once believed in you
Who took your hand and held it too
Somewhere she waits for you

Its Christmas way over there
Where no bells toll but people still sing joyous
And create a harmonious spirit within
The place they hold so dear

Come Winter the reindeers they roam
Wishing Santa would pick them as his own
They would pull the sleigh
With toys in tow
For the lesser child every one knows

Give, Give its the spirit of Give
Receiving a gift all its own
The smiles in return
Says a million words
Unspoken and left untold.

-shobana-

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Home Away Home

So I am into Week Four of a course I am doing with Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales as a topic. It is really interesting to look into his life and analyze his thoughts and his style of writing and here I am trying to get into his mind and write somewhat like him..Wish me luck!

Outside the vastness enticed him
With dracha tucked in his pocket
Not much to his name
And lugging his belongings
He went on his way..

The mountains do they have any steps
he mustered
How does one climb it without wearing down the feet
Would the shoes be accepting of the trails of rugged terrain

I wonder if they do have large ears to hear
For it echoes in threes
When you shout from its tip
And welcomes anyone to stand on its peak

His song on his lips
His mind to be a King
He would find a Princess 
With a Kingdom to her name

The trail was long
His dreams were sound
He would someday be a King

-shobana-

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Walking Tall

They say sometimes you have to dance in the rain
Nothing is ever like it seems
Through the dark clouds that hover
A tiny light streams
And cheers up a solemn crowd

To be the change, you have to really see
that You have to lead the way
or partake with a vision somehow

Many a leader has faced some shame
Just because the spectator has a voice
So it augurs well to remember this
Freedom is a collective fight

Be the change, make the change
Be it what it may
Just don't forget to speak the truth
and put integrity above all

-shobana-

Monday, November 7, 2016

Would it Ever be Known

I know somewhere between those celestial skies
there's a vacuum where stars get lost
illuminating another grey sky.

Have you ever seen a collection of stars
high up in the skies
Brimming with silver stardusts?

Would a lover who kisses his bride
Within that illumination
 still remember time
Would he not be lost in its creation
and cherish that moment
almost lost in its exuberance
exacting
when the stars and his love collide

Would the vacuum that fills the other sky
ever lose the stars that hide within its womb?

Would it ever be known why some heavens are born and never found?

-shobana-

Sunday, November 6, 2016

A Smile So Beautiful

I thought of things beautiful
And your smile just caught my eye
I turned my head to listen
Attentively to what you had to say
But nothing made sense
With a smile that beautiful

You did say it with a twinkle in your eye
Your smile so bright it lightened up my heart
No words would have the effect of that smile
That made this old heart of mine
Crushed with love so light

I looked into your eyes
I saw a deep embedded light
And no one can deny
I am the most luckiest guy

-shobana-
TGIF

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Within the Silence

Within the Silence

There is a silence you have never heard of
One that catches you off guard and that which takes you
into the abyss of the hidden unknown..
One that catapults you into a transfixed state

Into the realm of that silence
You sit whiling the minutes away
Wondering if anything makes sense
Or even if any of it is real

That walk into the silence requires a practiced form
One of addicted stringent rules that awake only the mind
Almost in a trance, rhyming and chanting of verses sung
Words that spring forth are holy and sublime

If you walk into that silence
The peace there is unbearable
There is total release from worldly pleasures
And when you feel that silence leave your spoken form
You will understand only then that words are but a man-made
excuse to be excluded from this resurrective state of mind.

-shobana-

Goddess of Song

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