spent the early years of her childhood in the freedom and vastness of Kenya,
East Africa; then her family migrated to Australia where she completed high
school and after went on to complete a Bachelors of Engineering from Monash
University; she also completed a Graduate Certificate in Accounting from Deakin
fascinations are the world and its people. She has had literary work (articles
and poetry) published in various magazines and e-zines in Australia, UK and the
Compulsive Reader, the Beyond
India Monthly newspaper, (Aus),
JAM, (UK), and
(USA); and this is her first collection of poetry.
Malobi has yet
to give up her day job, and works as a Senior Software Developer. She writes as
a Freelance writer for a number of e-zines, magazines, websites and newspapers,
and is working on another collection of poetry.
She lives in
Victoria, Australia with her husband. Her website can be found at
When a book
is in the making, it is difficult to sometimes see the wood for the trees. I
would like to thank firstly my sister Malindi, for your inspiration in the days
when the poetry I wrote was fleeting and mainly for family your words across
from the U.K. inspired me to feel that perhaps the seed of words bursting for
light within me was more than just a fantasy.
My Mum and
Dad. You have always been there, solidarity for me through the dark and the
light. Any words I can say to thank you can never be enough I am just so
thankful to have your love and support, that it is beyond me to know how to
express my appreciation enough for you.
Supriyo as always, my rock. Thanks for everything you came to when I was
looking for a friend and have been more than that to me; you have filled my life
with love and laughter, as well as happiness. Thank you.
Aseem. Thank you too for your encouragement now for that best seller, yeah!
I would like
to acknowledge the help from various other writers including Coral Hull from
Thylazine, Magdalena Ball from the Compulsive Reader, Philip Ellis
from the Australian Reader, and Graham Pitts. In this world of publishing
poetry, you have been staunch supporters, and I cannot express my gratitude to
Here are some samples:
Come to me, come to me
Shades of Matilda
The vast silence of
The red Earth.
In the wilderness
Moon will light the way
Up to heavens
Come to me
The wind will sigh
Sand on the beach.
On the Earth
I am gone to
The fields out yonder
To the leaves of
Gold and the rattle
Of the river as it
Winds to its destiny;
Do not mourn for me
For I am still here
In the whisper of the
Your hair, the door bell
Ringing in the day;
I am still here
Like a song of yore,
That moves me with its music.
Like a love-song, beating
The rhythm of my dreams.
There are no words to
Describe your beauty.
You moved me,
With a glance
From across the room.
Your words are like nectar
A drug, pulling me…
Pulling me into your eyes,
Into the Heaven
Of your arms.