tough to find.
Constant practice,
is it's prefix.
Living in simplicity,
without breeding animosity.
Journey becomes clear,
without knots and fear.

© Shobhana Kumar

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has that bull like tenacity.
My fears disagree,
they are real bullies.

Faith shows them the door,
devotion paves way for sure.

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there's nothing we can forget.
It will keep rewinding the same pain,
adding fuel to the existing flame.
But ocean represents beauty,mystery, wildness and freedom,
the waves lapping at the rock reminds, walk ahead, drown the heartburn.

© Shobhana Kumar

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Living in harmony by God's will,
Life's hardship dosen't dare to drill.
Purity of mind we do instill,
sanity in action becomes our skill.

© Shobhana Kumar

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We become restless,
lose our peace of mind.
Seemingly small tussle causes stress,
whips us to reprimand.

The matter may be insignificant,
but heart cannot undermine.
It pierces a spot vacant,
spurs anger in the spine.

Takes us back to a silent mode,
thinking why this feeling erupted?
Flashbacks of other episode,
to the present gets connected.

Mind games play with our memory,
laughably creating with it a poetry.

© Shobhana Kumar

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In pitch darkness even the insignificant candle shows path,
in toughest phase a ray of hope does the same.
When we are between the dare devil and deep sea, ripped apart,
our strength emerges from nowhere to triumphantly our life reclaim.

© Shobhana Kumar

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Love is a sacred twine binding our hearts,
reminds none can live in parts.
Is an angel so spiritual,
away from wordly rituals.
Is a vibration amidst minds,
ever sympathetic and kind.
Is as pure as purity could be sensed,
as such is life's essence.
Depends not on appearance,
demands but perseverance.
Is a feel which each can feel,
and in no way is a deal.
Is a virtue which teaches 'to give'
and also to 'forget and forgive'
Love is a colourful confetti,
Is in fact Almighty.
Alas ! Love hurts,Hurts heartily,
its Classic Irony,
supisingly in Symphony.
Is what He's all about,
Lord is Love no doubt.

© Shobhana Kumar

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Is our inner child alive and well?
check this at regular interval.
Give it a treat of chocolate and chips,
see it resurface by playing with kids.

You can watch cartoons in television,
revisit comics to do a bit revision.
Play peekaboo with a baby,
play new games in the lobby.

Keep that ego in the lock,
do some sweet nothings talk.
Witness things as they are,
without competing, giving stars.

The inner child when alive and well,
soul ageless, healthy is sure to dwell.

© Shobhana Kumar

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I didn't write any poem today,
felt blank as if I had nothing to say.
However, the mind was lingering with thoughts,
some former, latter unknown barked.
I had the urge to post some content,
sharing something makes me content.
I had a laugh at my stupidity,
but that created some kind of clarity.
Discussed with self, quality over quantity,
let me write better with sanity.
I need to craft and better my skills,
not simply share whatever spills.
Oh! these words too sound poetry,
concluded, relax ink your artistic tapestry.

© Shobhana Kumar

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It is the mark of an
educated mind
to be able to entertain
a thought without accepting it.

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