Wherefore art thou, the hours that stood by me?

Wherefore art thou,

the hours that stood by me,

before the skies were adorned with blazing colors,

before the clock struck the timely hour,

announcing the dawn of a brand New Year.

The revelers, some drunk with spirits, some with passion, some anointed in love, even the odd one, distaste written on their faces, grace each other with a courteous bow.

It is another beginning,
A start,
An encounter,
Of vigilant pursuit,
A second chance.

Hope begins another chapter,
in eager hearts.

Happy New Year 2020 to all.

-shobana-
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Traces of Time

Time,

I kept time once,

When it was day,

When there was light,

No, not the Sun's ray...

Somewhere in a timeless zone,

Where I was ignited by the rays,

Of silence,

Of beauty,

Of the pristine clear waters,

That whispered,

through my dark,

And cleared the stark,

obliqueness of obscureness.

This ray of light,

Colored my world,

It might have done the same,

To your world,

All through the night of my darkness.

Time, 

Now I feel its ticking,

Its wandering around the depth,

Of my existence.

I soon realized,

that Time became a friend,

when it chose,

A foe when it chose,

A distant untraceable grasp,

when it chose.

Does Time ever choose the way you live,

Or when you die,

Would it conquer your existence,

Or let you slip by,

Feeling its presence,

Wanting its patience,

Waiting for it to slow down,

Or even speed by.

Time,

So real in its pursuit,

To master Man,

To master the world,

To master existence.

-shobana-

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Walking through Beauty, Timeless Footsteps

With Sunrise comes the everlasting rays of Sunshine in our lives,

The timeless essence of creation,

With the setting of Sun, night becomes a passion,

To welcome the Sun through the passage of another time,

Lighting darkness, promising a million reasons,

To see beyond Stars of the Night,

An empowerment for the dark of the night,

Where hearts inspire love,

Where love creates a magical ambiance,

Where the constellation,

Stands between Man and Time.                     

-shobana-

Taken from my book

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Hidden

Interwoven with disguise,

It rests,

But for a short time,

As she wanders,

far into the paradise,

of untouched thoughts.

Unheeding a tiny voice,

which sways her conscience,

She masks what she feels,

Aching at what is hidden,

Trembling at the bare truth,

Which stays unrevealed.

But for a moment.

The truth borne of living,

a life

of a despot,

of a mistaken identity,

of a hidden entity,

of the "other."

It is but for a while,

hidden,

For a time,

she remains,

unscathed.

Truth concealed,

Truth uncovered,

Truth discreet.

Hidden.

-shobana-

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Window to my Soul

There is a wistfulness within my soul,

like a longing,

like a yearning,

One, I cannot fathom,

For it sears its flame within me.

Wasn't I a child once,

Eager in my thirst for learning,

Wasn't I beautiful once,

Youthful, fresh as spring,

Wasn't I in love that time,

The day you set my heart racing.

I wished deep in my heart,

To see the might of this world,

Where wonder and awe,

Never resides,

But awakens a longing,

Within this soulfulness of mine.

Wasn't I alive once,

When you made my heart leap,

At the gentleness of your touch,

At the tenderness of your smile,

At the softness of your voice,

That day.

I came alive,

Body and Soul.

Wasn't my steps aligned with yours,

When I walked where footsteps breathe their existence,

I danced to the wind chimes,

I sang to the silence in the rain,

I walked every distance,

Until you came to make my claim.

There is a wistfulness deep within me,

It bears a voice,

Not mine but Yours.

-shobana-

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And then there was solace

And then there was solace,

Here where the sun's light trail,

Between trees,

On the fallen leaves,

Caressing my uplifted face,

Seeking silence,

Of the quieted woods.

I have watched its touch,

heal the wounds,

of tree barks,

of the surviving leaves,

that lay

un-crumbled  upon the ground,

where I sit,

unperturbed by the,

undisturbed.

I sit not wanting to leave,

the serenity,

the beauty,

the ambiguity,

It's

Just me, solace,

And something,

that sounds,

a little,

like peace.

-shobana-

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Does it matter?

Does it matter if the Sun rises East,

The West has its own exquisite feasting of eyes, just like the East.

Does it matter if those flecks of sunlight flicker through your eyes,

Would it be blinding?

Or would it cast shadows in your hidden mind,

Breaking into thoughts,

Wouldn't it show that sunlight,

lights up your eyes?

Does it matter if you are so far away from me,

Even distance can lie,

The miles may just be an exaggeration,

Could it be that I reside somewhere close,

closer in heart.

They say love is a monument,

It touches the soul,

It binds and extols,

Bringing you to heights of ecstasy,

Awakening a world of fantasy,

Arousing sensuality,

To the one endowed.

Freedom is like the sunrise,

It wakes you up,

Entices the tides of your mind,

Colors your skies,

Embraces your desires,

And most of all,

Lights you up.

-shobana-

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My Christmas wish for you. Merry Christmas!

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-

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A new paradise called Blue! For Me, For You!

Was it a dream?

Were you there with me,

When I walked into paradise blue.

There was a reindeer or two,

Waiting as the pristine,

Standing by the sleigh,

As Santa brought presents,

To awaken paradise blue.

The lighted pathway,

With blue tinged hues,

dazzled,

As the blinding lights,

grace in its beaming,

set out to awe,

just like those pathways,

running through,

passages of electric blue.

The new paradise called Blue,

Just Me.

Just You,

And,

The spellbinding hue,

Ablaze,

For Me,

For You.

-shobana-

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I looked and I looked for the mistletoe

I looked and looked for the mistletoe,

Amongst the decor on my door,

I looked for it,

Just to show how it creates,

Magic, Magic,

A magical,

Christmas Eve,

For me.

I have a someone in my heart,

He just might,

Try to chance,

A Christmassy kiss,

That would make,

My heart flutter wild.

I must, I must find the mistletoe,

Just to have a touch of that special moment,

On a dazzling night,

I will stand underneath,

The mistletoe,

And wait for that 

Kiss,

That will make,

My Christmas,

A magical treat. 

Hey wait,

did someone say,

That mistletoes are hidden,

And if you are lucky,

To see one,

The person who gets to kiss you,

Is the plucky guy,

who is standing,

beside you,

that night!

-shobana-

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Of forsaken words and the tempestuous clouds.

The tempestuous clouds

Speak to me.

As I gaze hard at those clouds,

I see an uprising,

Of silent admonition,

At the world below.

Nothing will calm a thunderous cloud,

One that is filled with anger,

They move slowly in the sky,

Making it seem like it is on fire.

Livid in Red,

Lined with black,

The blue sky is hidden,

Riddled with loathing,

Thunder rolls threaten in those clouds.

Words forsaken,

Make a promise flimsy,

Dethroning belief in the spoken.

Not many see the harshness,

Of a silenced sky,

As it awakens its wrath,

Just like words thrown about,

without a care,

The clouds open up,

To thunderstorm,

That will ravage,

and demean,

a callous seer.

beware of hidden anger.

-shobana-

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Unheeding to a wanting heart!

There is nothing quite captivating,

The lights, they flicker,

Like dotted blazing Stars,

Its luminescence,

Centered on grass.

Her nimble feet,

softly linger upon its reflection,

Her heart adorns her beauty,

She strives, with an empty vessel,

to covet those Stars,

To pick one from the clouds,

Resplendent blue-tinged clouds.

The sky is brazen in its attire,

No, not one of those lighted Stars,

Will it lose to a wanting heart?

-shobana-

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The Stillness arose of a Rose

An exquisite image of solitude,

The stillness arose of a Rose,

It speaks to the heart, mind and soul,

It speaks of the sanctity of love.

Have you ever thought about someone,

Like he is your Star, your knight,

Have you gazed unseeing, 

 Silence your aide,

Trusting him to be your unassuming guide.

Have you walked into the Sunrise,

Like it was the first of your walk,

While the tides fill 

The footsteps you tread on.

Do you know that love is much like the waves

that rides on gentle seas,

That it whispers your name

to the tides who in turn

take it to him

who is beholden to you,

Out to where a world of passion thrives.

-shobana-

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