2 poems by Shobana Gomes: Perfect Love & Nostalgia

Mountains, Alps, Meadow, Tree, Flowers

photo from Pixabay

The Perfect Love

Not of the flowers, nor of the wilds,
Not of the gentle streams, 
Not of the rainbows,
On a clear blue sky,
Not of the beauteous.

It is but, a form of madness,
A tumultuous sensation,
That bridges the heart and mind,
That takes one on a caravan of bumps and rides,
On a journey of unearthing
Of self and the “other.”

The Perfect Love is within
The folds of carelessness and sensitivity,
Within the boundaries of
Smiles and tears,
Within the pounding of a heart’s sensible fears.

There she goes, running, tripping falling,
Her heart beating,
Keeping in step,
Her pace within the capricious intake of breath.

Her mind unencumbered,
There is that freedom of being in love.

He wills it, even if her steps falter,
His love binding, 
Even though the storms of his heartbeat.
He waits, a vision of tenacity.


THE END

Nostalgia

The shimmer of the setting sun glistens against crimson clouds, its façade, unblemished. The lighthouse stands regal, as a stoic witness. The waters create a contrasting veneer on an evening of nostalgia. Nothing can disturb its peace, not even eager tides beating against quiet sands. People have walked, embracing, on those tacit sands. There came an uprising, turbulent tides washed away remnants of a past, of a bygone era; where devoutly the setting sun danced with shadows on pristine waters, plagued thoughts, indulged in a panoramic composition of art and symphony, as the lighthouse watched the tides turn in its wakefulness.

Links to Bio:

https://shobanabookstation.blogspot.com

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

3 comments

  1. “There she goes, running, tripping falling,
    Her heart beating,
    Keeping in step,”

    “There came an uprising, turbulent tides washed away remnants of a past, of a bygone era; where devoutly the setting sun danced with shadows on pristine waters,”

    LOVE these lines. So much emotion and several passionate truths.
    Congratulations Shobana! Lovely as always. 🙂

    Like

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