The roses were exquisite
satiny white, full-bloomed, and perfumed.
Their fragrance filled the hall of the mall,
alluring senses
an enticing
in the eyes of the lady.
'A bouquet for the lady
to catch the light in her eyes,'
he said as if the roses ignited an ardent wish
in her presence to decorate.
She, he saw was tempted,
to have it in her possession.
She walked like a bride with her roses
Through sun-scorched pavements
clutching the dew-kissed roses
in the palm of her hand.
The roses kept her spirits high
The beauty of the roses was inebranable,
Unmatched and unfazed
the two became the centre of attention.
I know there are places that yearn to be free. I hear the whispers from deep within the springs of wells, of lands that once boasted verdant luxuriance, free from the dust and grime, pillage and hate, to awaken renewal, to reclaim their rightful heritage.
They were once places of greatness, footholds of kings and princes, lords and majesty. This mighty imperial greatness was surrounded by the treasures befitting their vast kingdoms.
Those who traversed the imperial lands were affluent, condemning the once disproportional, their heritage denounced, and disowned. They have deserted their virtues. Richness has clouded their senses and the soles of their feet are torched as they learn to feel the ground where once they tread with their feet raised.
The hardships of the saddened have befallen them.
But then I speak now of the places and not of its people. The lands are caught between the forsaken and the ruins. The heritage they symbolize has been shattered and torn.
How hazardous the ruins - that no one can restore the stalwart greatness of the lands without remembering the echoes of the past.
The springs of wells await to breathe life into their lands once more.
a moment or an occasion
to show you my love with a handful of flowers.
I did have a thought though
To fill the house with yellow roses
A picture of you came to mind
and
I made it a garden.
I know you would love the yellow roses
and the scent of the roses sublime
No other perfume will stray
into the garden of roses.
I can imagine the shine in your eyes
I can imagine them filled with love
I know that words will fail you
But your smile will linger long in my mind
to make me feel special.
(For Jacky)
-shobana-
Where do your eyes trail
if not to the path that leads to beauty
Where poets often tread
to escape the monotony
of vexation.
A poet's mind is filled with upheavals,
questions and disgruntles,
And as she clamours for answers
she discovers the intimacies of beauty,
love, and wisdom.
The tributes to Sappho are many,
yet, in my heart, she seems a forlorn soul,
who writes her thoughts
as she wishes
so none can begrudge
her
the unspoken words.
Her words that spring forth from her mind
are sought by those ridden,
uprooted
by chaos and strife,
and the salience
of the long-forgotten epoch of
peaceful amity.
She, I believe to be of an immortal soul.
-shobana-
Quote: Writers and Poets live two different lives. One in reality and the other in absolute distraction - shobana
My new book, Raised by God is a book in diverse proportions. Not only do you get to read a part-memoir, but you will enjoy another story altogether in altruism titled, The Healing Riverbeds.
There is a season for everything,
A time to be born, a time to die, a time to live, and a time to cease living,
A time to fall in love, and a time to fall out of love,
Not for everyone is love meant to be,
The way it is meant to touch a soul,
Though, in all of life's wonders, it is love that magnifies the world, and makes it conducive to live in,
Love your neighbours as you would want to be loved.
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Thank you for reading. I hope it touches you the way it is meant to.
For you, Jacky.
A rose bloomed
A gift of love sublime
On a special day
that brought forth
memories
of the times
we celebrated
you.
A wish for you dearest Jacky
Have a lovely birthday
In God's vineyard,
and let your laughter
shine
and fill the universe with love.
I love and miss you.
-shobana-
On Love
When I sought love
I knew
It smelled of roses
Fragrant and sweet
When I followed its scent
I found you.
On Life
A flower sprouted
within the cracks of a sidewalk
Not many noticed it
But it withstood its ground
Just like me
it fought for survival
Not the rain nor the blistering sun
could destroy its resolve
to find the strength
to stand upright
and
live.
For it knew
the day it showed its weakness
and let the rain drown
or the sun desiccate
and if it drooped to the
ground
the will to fight
will end.
Through its resilience
a bee did find
the sweet nectar
and the cracked form of the ground
radiate beauty.
That gorgeous flower
that sprang from the cracks
one day
caught the eye of a photographer
and was soon acclaimed
As the formidable
Flowered pawn.
Have a great month of April.
Live & Let Live!
shobana
In conjunction with International Women's Day celebrations this March, A Pearl of Wisdom was published in Rhyvers Beat Magazine, India. Here's the link: https://rhyvers.com/rbmarch24
Here's the poem for your kind reading. Thank you.
A Pearl of Wisdom
I thought the world was my oyster until I learned that oysters lived in a shell,
and formed pearls, priceless, in seclusion.
The sands camouflage the oysters,
Within, the pearl, their clasp,
Wary of the dangers from men,
Who might they be that steal from the bosom of their crest?
Alas, what does it benefit the sand,
when the pearl is left hidden,
and has no worth if unseen,
By the men who seek priceless treasures?
One day, I saw a shiny white pearl,
Glistening under the bright rays of the sun,
Oh, I thought, even the rays shine their radiance,
Upon seeing the magnificent setting of a lost pearl.
The shell lay forgotten and lost its presence, even with the sands that once hid them,
The tides would wash them away,
to be hidden again from the eyes of men,
who now see them as hollow and worthless.
Didn't they once camouflage the beauty of the white pearl?
I decided to wear it around my neck,
The pearl I thought precious enough,
to radiate my world with beauty and brilliance,
and make me a lady refined.
Isn't that way of a woman?
To radiate the world with beauty,
and bring forth the ways of the pearl,
To touch and refine the lives of those around them.
-shobana-
Happy International Women’s Day, 2024.
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