SHOBANA

It was that time again To buy you flowers Though There's never a need for a special day 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-

  I recount the days of old, When the streets were filled with laughter, When the hours were yours and yours alone, To do as you please, to wander. The lush gardens were filled with roses, The bees buzzed, The butterflies had time to break free from their cocoons, and turn into beauties that filled nature's paradise. The Mountain Dew turned into honey, and filled the land with much manna, so the children could be fed, and grow in numbers. The time was yours and yours alone. Then the ways of the world turned away from innocence, And the proud gathered dusts of gold, Forgetting that nothing was as precious, As the peace they let slip unknowing, That golden peace, once inherited by their children, Once Upon a Time, torn away, now beggars rummaging for food, dishevelled and dirtied, The children's cries are louder than the bombings, O, what sadness has befallen the world! Now, there is much heartbreak, the children are besieged in fear, They are fed no more, The mountains are fille...

  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-