Articles & Short Stories by Shobana

https://enchantedconversationmag.blogspot.com/2019/08/into-realms-of-summers-dream-by-shobana.html INTO THE REALMS OF A SUMMER'S DREAM by Shobana Gomes on  August 04, 2019 It is the night of a summer's dream, rousing the ones who dare sleep to a kindling awareness... This night is unlike any other nights. The hand of mysticism is emblazoned across the universe. A wild call of the night wolf coincides with a comet that blazes its fiery breath, lighting the darkness in a streak of reddish-white, stimulating the sky to its awareness. It was a night of dreamless slumber. A night for shadows, the night when a woman’s song filters through the quiet winds that carry moments of nostalgia to a distant mortal. The quiet of her figure draped in blood colors, sprinkled with silver dust, walks nimbly, barefoot across the meadow, which stays invisible in its greenish attire.  For the only light that passed the sky that night, was the one stolen of a comet, rus...

This picture, colorful as it is, says quite a bit to me. To assuage the need for desire, fulfillment and satisfaction, the butterflies are drawn to the nectar of the wild flowers. Creatively transforming what an artist would call an inspiration, into a masterpiece. Isn't it beautiful? Well, it is the start of May, the first of its 31 days, and I am still left behind somewhere in the throngs of  March. I guess I would have to move forward as fast as I can to reach the present. A lot has happened in the month of April - catastrophes, terror attacks, people dying, babies born, weddings, new beginnings, an end to relationships, an end to struggles, hope for the future, children graduating, sicknesses, discoveries, and the list goes on. What I am trying to say is that even through the bad times, the good times reveal itself. There's is always the good and the bad, acceptance and moving on is key to overcoming all difficulties. I know it is easier said than done. People ...

THE RAGING | Chronicle by Shobana Gomes  Shobana Gomes   2019-01-01 The troubled seas spoke of the colossal danger The mighty winds its ally Something had destroyed their quiet There was a raging brewing in the distance Staring out the creaky wooden window of her dilapidated house, which looked like it would fall off its rusty hinges at any given moment, she muttered under her breath,  “Something is not right.”   The sea was in a furious mood, the rising and falling of its torrent waves denoting a hidden danger close at hand. “The winds are angry, and so they howl their fury,”  she exclaimed in hushed tones, warning the mighty sea to stay calm or the winds could destroy its peace. Her weather-beaten fingers lifted up, in a warning. For ninety years, the mysterious seas and the winds in her tiny village were her constant companion. She spoke to the spirits that dominated them. She understood their temperament. Many a time they wer...

I have been writing for more than 10 years. I started writing in 2007 and have not looked back since. A circumstantial occurrence led me into this road of many twists and turns in my life. On days like this, when I don't feel like talking about the upsets in my life, I just leave reasons hanging in the air. I began with penning poems in a paid writing blog  Blogit.  I met some really wonderful and talented writers there who encouraged me in my poetic ambition. Soon I began to learn about poetry. I read remarkable work written by remarkable writers. I loved poetry. I saw it as an inspirational guide, and one that took me away from my mundane thoughts, and everyday living. Poetry brought beauty into my life. I learned much from all those writers there! And then, one day I decided to start my blog, hence this blog that I still write on. That was back then in 2010 and today 9 years later, I feel some form of accomplishment towards my writing endeavors. It has taken me ...

Have you wondered about the first Valentine Day poem ever to be written? While googling it, I came across this interesting bit of information on the PoTW.org. website. It is believed to be by Geoffrey Chaucer who wrote The Parliament of Fowls , a 700 line poem and the Valentine's Day poem can be read from line 183-210. Isn't that amazing? Geoffrey Chaucer was an English poet and author. Widely considered the greatest English poet of the Middle Ages, he is best known for The Canterbury Tales. Chaucer is known as the "Father of English literature", and he was the first writer to be buried in Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey.   Wikipedia http://www.potw.org/archive/potw313.html POEM OF THE WEEK (PoTW.org) The Parliament of Fowls  is perhaps the first St. Valentine's Day poem ever written. Brewer suggests that it was begun in May of 1382 and finished for Valentine's day in 1383.    Geoffrey Chaucer (ca. 1343-1400)          fr...

A look into the mind of Hans Christian Andersen From the stories that I have so far been introduced throughout this course and I will make special references to The Little Mermaid and The Red Shoes, I have come to respect Mr. Andersen for his vivid imagery and writing skills. I found myself wondering many a time as to his way of thinking, and what would have prompted him to write such as he did, and each time I came to the conclusion that his Christian faith played a big role in it. His poverty during his childhood seems to have inspired him to write of it as the background of his characters in most of his folk tales, and it often is associated with accessing wealth in the end. He seems to write of love sometimes in the most forlorn way, and I can only conclude that it might have been one of his most desired emotions. In the Little Mermaid, he entrances his readers with such accomplished detail of life under the sea and made us see the beauty of it through his exemplary w...