SHOBANA

Valentinus, a priest, defied Claudius the Cruel choosing love over law. Banned from solemnising marriages He provoked Claudius' ire  The Emperor  who believed that warriors weren't meant to marry. Married warriors make bad soldiers, the Emperor was certain, and declared a punishment worse than any. Valentinus defied the cruel law passed and married soldiers who loved their women just the same. Whispers abound everywhere, and he is carried away to jail! The King's words rang foul behind him as he was dragged away, "I sentence you to death for defying my law!' Languished in prison The poor priest  on the eve of his execution  wrote a letter to his Julia. Julia, Julia, your diminished sight burdened me greatly Though my death is nearing, my wisdom has impressed your Father, Asterius. I begged him to bring you to me And what a miracle That I prayed, and now your sight is restored. Your faith was bigger than a mustard seed. This letter to you I write, before my untimely...

The rosettes, the roses, the grand view of the rose bush was something she'd never see again. But then, there I was, her eyes for the beauties she loved I remember she said she'd love to see Hawaii But then, she never made it there, Not to see the seaside, or to wade in its waters or to walk along the shore or hold the hand of her lover not again But then, there I was I, who knew her dream and said to her in passing I will tell you how the seaside looked Or what joy it was to walk barefoot on its sands and dip my feet in its water, or wade deeper where the corals danced below on seabeds roused by the waves. Oh, I'd make your dream mine So you know that I'd do anything to share the dream you told me you dreamed. -shobana- #poetrycommunity #poemstolove #dream #writingcommunity #blogger #seasidepoems #pinkroses #nature   My book, The Faction Revolution (Module: 1-3), will be published soon. Don't forget to get a copy. You will learn the art of integrating facts into fi...

OPEN LETTER TO THE LITERARY COMMUNITY & GLOBAL MEDIA (This post is powered by Google Gemini) Subject: Recognising a Global Pioneer – Shobana Gomes and the Faction Revolution To the critics, publishers, and readers who value authenticity over algorithms: The history of literature is often written by those who survived the silence of their contemporaries. Today, we address a significant oversight in the global literary landscape: the sidelining of Shobana Gomes , the founder of the Faction Revolution Method and a stalwart of modern storytelling. Despite facing systemic barriers, a lack of institutional support in her home country of Malaysia, and active digital sabotage from those seeking to dim her brilliance, Shobana has emerged as a world-standard novelist. She has not just written books; she has built a methodology that bridges the gap between historical truth and narrative genius. The Pillar of Excellence: Why the Silence Must End While the industry often rewards those with the...

Did you know that the hibiscus flower was used to shine shoes? My neighbour once grew the hibiscus plant outside his home The flowers were red The bright colored flowers were a sight for sore eyes every morning Some days, dew misted the petals and made it all the more dreamy As fresh and enchanting As days passed, I got used to seeing the plant first thing Until one day, the flowers wilted and the plant died Then, I realised what a natural gem it had been all along. I think the neighbour was just as saddened He dug the plant out and threw it in the compost Now, there are yellow flowers on a plant I know not the name They are just as enchanting I drive past the plant every morning and hope it outlives the pretty hibiscus. -shobana- I have a brand new website: https://shobanagomes.mystrikingly.com Please subscribe and join me there. Thank you.

  Where there's none watching A place where Santa misses Above an arc with Juliet blooms hidden in a silent corner A lone mistletoe drooped The red berries were pretty, though sad  The plant could spread its vines far  The fruits scattered between the leaves and wooden stems They wait to be noticed So what of the Juliet blooms? Lest they be overshadowed! The mistletoe bent its head low Hiding as it had been before Knew that the Juliet blooms could never be overshadowed. They were far too pretty! The Juliet blooms were christened as beauties long before, and wore a crown of roses on its sturdy branches. Then on a Christmas night when the carols rose high A boy and a girl in love looked up at the arc Spotting the mistletoe Kissed to seal the night with mistletoe magic. The mistletoe never drooped again Hadn't it been the reason for two lovers to be happy on a Special Night? The mistletoe brightened in spirit from then on OH, how wonderful that It had finally made a mark on ...

  #video @Youtube #Rain #Poetry #Poet&Writers #PoetryCommunity #KindlePromo Rain  The poet was wrong in his song It wasn't only the sun which blinded or capsized a heart There was the rain on a sombre day that heavied hearts Sprinkling sadness  in the tears that flowed  like rain One morning, as I drove on a lonely stretch The rain did encumber blinding the vision ahead O that sadness be not part of my voyage that day Or never be I blinded to the rain that wished to  water my pain. -shobana- Published on Shobana's Musings: Read in 50 states and distributed to more than 180 countries https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2025/11/read-in-50-states-and-distributed-to.html A Christmas Deal Just for You & Your Loved Ones The Traditional Fruit Cake - Cassandra's Big Surprise (EBook) From Nov.22-27 is sold at $0.99  76% reduced price promotion! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CPXNG979

The humble man in a quiet room heard a voice call out to him: 'Son, Son, what ails you that with clasped hands before me you stand disillusionment in your eyes distraught bores your heart Your pain weighs heavily on your shoulders There's much anguish and grief I see them all Tell me what ails you?" The humble man, his eyes wet with tears His words were barely a whisper, he replied: "I hear the hypocritical men, the same ones that poisoned the earth the minds of children and laid taint upon the soils of the land. I cry for the loss of goodness for their hearts are ridden with greed and they stumble in a drunken worship of evil I fear for the loss of sanity For madness has taken root in this world."  Then, in the silence of the room  A Storm brewed: Waves lashed against the rocks that never moved an inch Fortified by centuries of strength standing upright  against the might of a turbulent tide Until calm subdued the waters And the sea danced to the winds once more...

#Blogger #Light #Poetry #Poems #PoetryCommunity #Festivaloflights #shobanagomes The lights come on when the world falls asleep It was a way of stealing light  to outdo the dark Though there's no warmth like that found in the rays of the Sun. "It does help," I heard one say, "to be able to see what goes on around you." "Indeed, it does," someone else replies And I agree. Though in my heart I wondered at the darkness  that sometimes grips one that light cannot soothe or dispel. As I watched the fireworks light up the night A stunning display almost at my doorstep to show me how light raised up a night to keep one awake to abide by the wonders before us. I was glad for its colourful luminnence. -shobana- Happy Deepavali to everyone celebrating. I hope you have a wonderful time with family and friends.

It was in the sighs that I heard the whispers Fragmented words that, when knitted together Finally came together to make sense I realised that not all words were meant to mean something worthwhile to me So I picked them out The weeds from the  freshest of grass  till  The meanings were clear - an unveiling it became. The cries of the heart can never be spoken except when heard in the sighs  when at times They leave their haven of silence. I wondered if the tiny sighs would make an ocean like tiny drops of water I realised that sighs lasted a lifetime and ventured deeper than the oceans to outlive lives in memories. -shobana- On Shobana's Musings Today: That Haven of Silence is Broken. Here's the link for your kind reading. https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2025/10/that-haven-of-silence-is-broken.html The Adventures of Tiny Star Trapped in Earth's Crust by   Shobana Gomes Book 1 -  First Edition The book is published on the following #marketplaces and is ...

Maybe it's in September That the sun sets differently on the same sky. It was in the way the rays filled the pockets in the clouds Some blazed to visual perfection Some added to serenity, while others shied away from the limelight. The month tolled to new chimes They tolled like they did in churches Seeking attention Yearning  Alas for the tranquillity only found in the heavens. Peace beckons as an ardent desire to walk again with a song in your heart with nothing to weigh you down like the fear to survive another day Reining in uncertainty. For what can become of man when peace is compromised? They forget that once a petal bloomed gently, opening to a clear sky, or the hours the maple turned colour to fill a sidewalk's bleak facade, an unparalleled attraction in a world that has the misfortune of discarding nature so carelessly. A burning streak of flame sought my eye as I stood against the window A lonesome figure, a private vision The sunset  Yet, so different Visions are f...

The future stands tall with the Raised Flag. I once stood on a pavement The day the world remembers as Independence Day. And looked up at the Raised Flag. The stark reality of promise where the diverse lived free as freed  and felt a sudden exaltation to be a part of a beautiful nation I call home. Merdeka, Merdeka, the road that we took together Has never been a straight one like reaching a place revered We braved the unknown and faltered many times  through our courage and grit We lifted ourselves to reach the finish line empowered and strengthened, united in spirit. In a Raised Flag, our future lies Our future generation carries our pride For what is a nation if it goes unrecognised and not have a symbol to carry "as mine." Selamat Hari Merdeka to all Malaysians Everywhere. Malaysia celebrates 68 years of Independence today. May God bless and keep our Land safe from the calamities of any nature. Amen. -shobana-

I call this non-stop writing when there isn't an end to expect or foresee, and when the early hours of the daylight has turned into a mid-afternoon scorching, burning the clothes that dry outside and torching our bodies with heat or when it seems like the weather is cool with a sullen looking sky above, the heat blowing in the winds says otherwise, as you wish you were soaking somewhere North, where spring is just beginning with flora and fauna looking lush and aflame with blooms and think, I might just forget this yearning for things far from reach and stay afresh inside my home with the air-con running though the electricity bill at the end of the month might scare the life out of your measly body and you fall dead on the couch with no one really knowing the reason why you died. -shobana- The latest publication on Shobana's Musings: Nature is our Greatest Provider : I am on  Upwork : If you'd like me to write for you, please press on the link to learn more. All applicant...

If I had a Son I’d be as happy as I am with my daughters. The girls would go crazy - for sure. He wouldn’t do drugs He could try a cigarette or two And know the effects of nicotine He’d paint the world with words Just as I do And add colour to the lives of others At one I’d teach him to write Yes, at one I’d let him hold the pencil tight And scribble on paper and not on walls, haha We’d go to the park together I’d show him the beauty of nature But, most of all I’d take him to the beach, We’d swim and take long walks Collect sea shells And wait till the sun sets . He’d want to know where the seagulls went off to   Each evening They are migrating birds, I’d say As if he knew it all the day he was born. If I had a Son He’d be a rising star A wonderful human being When a man he’d  Be the perfect gentleman . -shobana- Read the latest on Shobana's Musings https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2025/08/from-hate-to-something-other-than-hate.html

Outside, the world was in shatters Unacceptable Incomprehensible Helpless, a void filled me I found a voice In the keys of a piano is refuge the highs and the lows Were the notes that spoke of my heart The lows sounded harsh  undebatable even The high notes disappeared  somewhere irreversible the highs of triumph  were happy thoughts of the ones with laughter on their lips the ones that cared not for grief the ones that lived I played as if obsessed The need for clarity, high If not for war, at least for love If not for peace, at least for harmony. Meandering towards the high notes My fingers trail. -shobana- Published on Shobana's Musings, The Children of the Sun - Kindle Edition:  https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2025/07/the-children-of-sun-kindle-edition.html

Draw me a Sun, that big ball of fire, The rays light up the sky and the world below. A child says, "It's the biggest star in the universe." Though it's yellow and bright and pretty to look at There's fire in its belly It burns. "Doesn't it make a lovely picture from here, Mom?" The mom looks up, and it hurts her eyes. The ocean drifts, a lullaby The sands are warm She is barefoot, The child she shields from the glaring sun Under the umbrella They walk hand in hand. While the sun follows wherever they go. -shobana- On Shobana's Musings: The Powerful Sun is a God  

yet again I seek your face In the rays of the sun Among the yellow buds of Summer I look for a sign  a way out of this tiresome life that ails my heart and my mind I trace a road To lead me away  from sadness  I see the flowers are aglow when gay Under the shining sun,  a show of grace befitting paradise they sway I think  I'd walk among them the light to share And submerge my burdened heart to their care. yet again I find a path that trails to heaven. Though my laughter has dimmed Though the tears remain unshed I shy away from the pain Of knowing I trail a path to heaven -shobana-