SHOBANA

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 ...