SHOBANA

Once when there was life in me, I took it for granted, I waited far too long, thinking I had time Maybe to say "I Love You" or just to be around To light up someone's life and maybe even mine I put off the day and then realized far too soon it was night Time had passed through my procrastination Precious time that I couldn't ever have again Or grasp and hold, and maybe even sing and dance Once, said like it was in the past Only, it was yesterday that I had missed out on Never to hold or grasp in my hand Never to sing or dance again Time flew past like it always did It never checked with the clock before it ticked another minute Far too soon, it was time to die And far too late, I realized that I needed more time To live, maybe to do the things I never did for lack of time Or just to sing and dance, to say "I Love You", For another chance to see the other side of the world That was not within my reach The one I wasted time, ignored a...

At first glance, it seemed easy, I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame, I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to impress, But like a toddler taking baby steps, I fall, struggling to get back on my feet. The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that feet, Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as effortless, I cried first, then I laughed, Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears? The road was long, the road was windy, The road took me to eternity, I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity, yes, eternity, But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I traveled through eternity. There were days when I thought “not a second to waste,” Until one day I realized that it took time to reach eternity, It was the long road I had chosen, Through much travail, none of which man can know or hear of. I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once, Right now, I face, I stare ahead, I have not see...

Even amongst the tall reeds of grass, I see your image, Of silence entwined. He did ask me once, Where comes forth the strength of the reeds? I believe it springs forth from the ground, A forte built from inside the rugged soil, Of roots, they grow into slender shoots. Why slender, he asked? To be as light-hearted as the breeze, Soft as a feather, A balm to a windless summer. -shobana- All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2020