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K Balachandran Sep 2012
I want to be,
                   though
                              nothingness
                                                  is also me.
Sep 2012 · 3.0k
In a flash, in the pool
K Balachandran Sep 2012
In the day spa pool
                     a ******* girl,
              floats half submerged;
two placid white lotus buds,
identical twins,
     cheerily face upwards,
   gleaming, wet.
Sep 2012 · 1.8k
Her conquest
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Allured by the witchcraft of your auburn curls,
hit by the corners of those swift piscine eyes,
submitted to your canoodling with my secret desires;
the last straw was your pouty, luscious, ruby lips!
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Just pretend, you are that orchid, scenting musk,
never even once touched by the winds that lurk,
here I come, the wind you've waited for long,
**embrace me with every amorous intent, let's dissolve.
I fell asleep in an afternoon, listening to poetry podcasts
dreamt I am the  rippling  wind in the valley, that lovely  flower waiting for long
K Balachandran Sep 2012
When I looked at the mirror,
this morning, in a hurry,
*my father who left five years ago, forever
lovingly looked at my eyes.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
My love was bathing in the ****,
in a creek in the woods: with bow and arrows,
I stood guard, but the rainbow, and sun, his accomplice, ogled.
Oh, the two! we laughed and beckoned the white clouds at once.
Sep 2012 · 1.2k
What did the poet say
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Forgive my wallowing in words
my lapse is not light, words are fire,
creative use of them with more care
with out raising a curtain of smoke
and uncontrolled flames, if expected
it's only fair, not to scare you, gentle readers
unreasonably with all the  heat
it could generate.

A gentle fire, at night, a golden glow
where you would sit around
and partake my fare is what I dream.
Every word has deep roots, and laughing  flowers,
cryptic connecting codes, tunnels
that augment the flows channeled to hearts,
music that connects words, unexpected
fire works of meanings that explode,
metaphors that amble and gallop forward
with spectacular beauty, you watch
without batting an eyelid, that's what brings
clarity, and a gentle ecstasy mind licks up,
and goes to sleep purring in delight.
Signs pointing to the unknown, even unsaid
become evident, like in magic, how it unfolds
how can I say, what's the  well spring
of an oracle's revelations, amazing!

Imageries arise along the flow of creation,
evoking, love, pain, hope or remorse-
whatever feeling that invades human psyche,
that demands an immediate emotional response,
and from there leads to catharsis, mind's elation.

Taking you to the forest route of words,
- that blankets and blocks the view
of elegant trees, you love to look at
and to forget everything
for some moments, at least -
was my fault, I was carried away,
**yes, I should learn to control my excesses.
No rules of course, but verbosity sometimes becomes too much..sound and fury signifying a wee bit.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Gleaming blade
held in hand,

"boredom kills" he uttered
why didn't he love the world?

*Ignorance,
             What else?
Sep 2012 · 797
My muse relents
K Balachandran Sep 2012
My reclusive muse,  realized her fault,
seeing me unkempt and miserable, remorsefully, she melts:
" kept you desolate, my love, it hurts my heart,
you have been sincere, it's my fault"
*she kisses with pizzazz, filling me with blazing fire.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Honeybee am I, of this enchanted valley,
eclectic and crazy, exquisite blooms gift me honey,
keep it handy for you, in honeycombs I craft,
*taste a drop or two, in your smile I rejoice!
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Guilt with one sharpened tip,
goes around killing all easy targets;*
Confront it, **** quickly with inner light,
Tell every demon, "I am different"
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Bad dreams in my eyes, made the bartender think,
I was stone drunk,
I told him, "I've just begun, nowhere there"
the girl between us, sitting quiet on a bar stool, was not mine.
Her gaze seized me like a hug,
the room quickly got warm, I felt

"He'll be OK when his pain is subdued" she said.
I just believed her words and said a wordless "Yes"
Sep 2012 · 1.0k
What the parakeet said
K Balachandran Sep 2012
In the bamboo grove they met, a garrulous parakeet,
repeatedly asked, "Aren't you in love couple?"
"We don't intent, we are out of it" they retorted,
*"Hey, you still keep it, kiss and make up"it pleads.
Sep 2012 · 543
Is this love in excess?
K Balachandran Sep 2012
As lovers we have many vices,
                       foremost is breaking reality in to pieces,
                               she does her bit, I do mine in style,
                                             we dance over the broken reflections on the mirror,

                                                        ­     I got in to her heart, through those radiant eyes.
                                                           ­      how does she too could do the same thing?
                                                                     If everything is possible we may go insane,
                                                         ­                               Yes, we  insanely make love like two addicts!
Sep 2012 · 1.1k
Laughing all the way to jail
K Balachandran Sep 2012
His poem made some one insane, it was alleged,
they took him out from his hideout and chained,
"Insane with pleasure, remembering soul's eternal mate" he said,*
they joked with him and danced; laughed all the way to jail.
Sep 2012 · 986
see, a sea in sky erupts
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Dark clouds, humpback whales, in heat
canoodle and whistle, we hear thunder boom,
sword fish, gleaming silver flash, jump around
the inky sea erupts, in copious  rain we are being regaled.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
The panther is in love with me, I can tell,
her eyes gleam, whenever I am near,
Her problem was this,"Are you an animal?"
"truly my love" I said, "I only wear a man's dress"
cougar, puma, leopard, black panther...you can imagine all these and more..
K Balachandran Sep 2012
The doctor, a  specialist, with formidable reputation
nationally, had a secret: a rotten apple for heart;
this apple poisoned him for ever,
but, neither he noticed,
nor there was even a whisper about this!

He could have undergone a CT scan properly!

A nurse, just a junior member in his team,
by virtue of her innate qualities, a healer nonpareil,
took the pain away, from each patient,
with her kind touch, and  soothing words.
She healed very well, their  hearts, already taken over by fear,
and yet again wounded by the brash doctor's words.
Patients counted her as a savior, much more than a doctor,
the doctor was paid well and kept happy to avoid troubles!

*not medicine, state of the art machines,
or expertise unmatched; the mind to heal counts,
the gentleness of being, of doctor or whoever,
works wonders, you'd see this all around.
Immensely liked the book "Checklist manifesto" by  "New Yorker" writer and physician Atul Gawande
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Beyond rippling paddy, runs a river,
Across the river, is a verdant hill,
Atop its pinnacle is a palm grove,
Above the tallest coconut  palm, sits  a civet cat,
drinking toddy, inebriated dreaming a strange light.
After having stomach full of toddy, the civet cat grows bold,
makes himself  a ball and simply fall down, avoiding the impossible task of  climbing down stone drunk.
Sep 2012 · 1.8k
Aesthetic euphoria
K Balachandran Sep 2012
This gentle forest, you lead me to, taking my hand, brings deja vu,
beauty in waves after waves invades, consciousness dances in pleasure,
profusion of colors, bird tweets, whisper of leaves,medley of fragrances,
mind swims in magic waters, when your lips touch mine, I faint.
Remember the old Russian song."Let's go to the forest said Alyosha,/ Let's... let's, but only together"
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Met you many times beyond mind's horizon,
With a form first, then gradually nebulous,
**Unknown me, omnipresent you and the universe;
Transcending form, who is who?  A symphony eternal remains.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
She was a wilting flower,
He was melting ice,
*Met in the moments of transition, helpless,
They could just smile, but it felt like a lifetime
Sep 2012 · 3.5k
Himalayan Ambrosia
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Endless icy expanse, inspires a wordless wisdom,
Himalayan peaks, silent echoes of deep meditation.
**A cold wind incessantly hums primeval "Om"
Inside, a formless flower blooms, nectar overflows!
A close encounter with the grand Himalayan landscape is a transforming experience
Sep 2012 · 1.1k
My pet cat gets jealous
K Balachandran Sep 2012
"Allegory", my possessive  pet cat,
get terribly curious, when my door remains closed,
her soft  purrs turn frenzied feline shrikes,
when the muffled voices inside get louder, sounding  like caterwaul
.
Sep 2012 · 1.9k
See, what the gypsy did..
K Balachandran Sep 2012
I stood tending my cactus garden, in the evening light
                       along came the doe eyed gypsy girl, our eyes met,
                       ***** of thorn is now no pain, tantalizing heart ache permeates..

                                                    ­       *she picked my heart, like a poppy bloom...... and left.
Sep 2012 · 814
Vignettes
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Didn't you kindle my fire?
douse it, douse it,
honey drops seep from the honeycomb,
*lick it, lick it..
Aug 2012 · 2.0k
Till that December Night
K Balachandran Aug 2012
With a firm footed march, under sun and moonlight
We slowly advance towards December,
She was, like butter, so tender, I understood
We would sit near the camp and  compare notes,

A walk in the woods, we'd do,  smell wild flowers,
Gather ideas, without rhyme or reason, laugh together,
Life had an irregular graph, like always
And an internal logic, one needs to soon grasp,

There is nothing fool proof, here remember,
Sudden cloud bursts, land slide, thunder and flood,
Are no wonders, be ready to face wonders too as facts of life.

Every smart plan go burst, then what about windfalls, did you forget?

How can you loose heart, cry unconsoled,
We grasped every unwritten rule, so why cry?

Didn't we stand still and sense which way the wind blows?
Ever did we forget, to partake in  simple pleasures?

On every lake, with clear water ,we found time
To swim ****, competing with silver bellied fish, till we were tired,

On the shade of a tall mango tree you sat on my lap playfully,
We closed our eyes, snoozed a while, till the breeze woke us up again

**At  December, in the journey's end, we'd part ways, as it is said
Though alone, one always is,  this togetherness was really the meaning.
Remember Bob Marley  :    "No no, woman, No woman, no cry...Everything's gonna be alright...."
K Balachandran Aug 2012
No my pet, I may not be a poet; stung by the existential consternation,
inflicted by giant manta rays, magnificent devils in this sea bed,
*I just try to escape its effects, by exorcising
Samsaric demons with my mantras of love
Giant manta ray is a stunning and graceful member of devil ray family, the largest living ray.Crocodile hunter Steve Irwin died by manta ray sting.
Samsara--eternal cycle of  birth, suffering, death and rebirth(Hinduism& Buddhism)
K Balachandran Aug 2012
"***** lover, gentle beast of interior forest,
master of rough rock bed" she asked,
" What are you, a serpent, lion or gazelle?"
*"My love, I tightly embrace, generous to a fault, and swiftly act"
K Balachandran Aug 2012
At Gare du Nord, I was all at sea,
An anglophone drop, in a French sea, oui,
"Je parle anglais" was the last straw to hold on,
*How would I navigate to place  D'italie?
From Gare du Nord, railway station, Paris, to PlaceD'italie, my destination,with only the phrase "I know English"(meaning 'Sorry no French") to communicate and seek  help, it was really  an expedition proving  the effectiveness of sign language!
Aug 2012 · 1.6k
Submarine memories
K Balachandran Aug 2012
In my underwater home in dreams, I safely kept-
                                      dreams of you, spiral shells and conchs I collected,
                                                      ­              A fish, I'd become,  swim with turtles,

                                                       ­ *In coral reefs I had a million friends.
Aug 2012 · 1.0k
Astounding magnetic property
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Isn't she such a magnet irresistible?
does she feel that too, each of us attract the other?*
which divine hand intervenes to vaporize,
ego, anger and greed, that blinds?
Aug 2012 · 1.2k
Deception at night
K Balachandran Aug 2012
After the exhilarating tryst in evening light,
the shadow told her,"Meet me at night".
Overwhelmed she said "Yes" without any thought,

but the darkest night, proved  the words deceptive, the shadow didn't exist.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Sorrow, the black bird on her shoulder,
she cleverly  hid, when they first met.*
It was flying around her stiff corpse,
they found in a train coach unclaimed.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Like  Kundalini's awakening,  for long this too was hidden,
the female part of my psyche, consorts
with male in her, to perfectly blend;
*with in us flowers the dynamics of Shiva-Shakti  dance
Shiva- the male principle in nature/human beings; Shakti -the female energy everywhere  present...every thing in universe is harmonious, when these energies blend in dance, which continues eternally.This is the crux of "Ardha Nareeswara"(Half man/woman) concept  evolved in ancient India.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
A pretty maid, came in from the dark night,
wearing a red and black mask,
we made love like mad, and at its height, she unmasked,
I was shocked, but was gone  too far in delight!
Aug 2012 · 20.1k
Parrot Refuses to Parrot
K Balachandran Aug 2012
As a trick, I taught my parrot,
to say "I love you" to my girl,
the parrot took it quite in earnest,
started to believe, it's in love with her!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Would you sing this aria, just once, gracious lady?
he asked as if his life itself  depended on it,
*her haunting voice, filled melody in the atmosphere,
"Gracias", he whispered as he vanished in to thin air!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Dear wordsmith, lovely mind, should I tell you,
cosmic dust settled to create this  earth?
How enchantingly you write, unparalleled aesthetic delight,
                                      
                                           *
                                       *
                                                       *
*all from those distant dusty nothing! I am so amazed!
Aug 2012 · 1.1k
The White Horse.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Ominous  voices spoke within the haze of smoke,
in the rambunctious spirit of adolescence
one would hardly listen to those rants.

I remember two things, I was a white horse
raring to go to the very end, of the track, where a mountain rose,
its peak hidden in the cloudy whiteness, beyond that lies the cave of  secrets;
the second certain thing, in that dream was my age, just 18, highly precarious,
none can  now say this white horse, would turn dark at the end of the race.
(not, even if one becomes 18, all over again,would be sure)

The girl, wearing a flame red streaming cape, riding on my back
said: "What a night we had"! Yes she did amaze me all through the night,
and look now, I am happily  under her spell, she has the magic word
to make me excel, if by chance failed, I'll be her ****

They'll turn me in to a mare by their spell, and sell in the village fair,
They'll regale themselves with this sweet imagination: if he wins he is our horse for ever,
or else, the money he fetches, would take us forward for a while,
The horse in his delirious fit thinks:" My love, we'll have many more nights
like we had, just you wait".
                                                                              The crowd gets impatient,
they just want the race, see the ******* the horse, pass glamorously before their eyes
see someone's win, or  some one soon should bite the  dust.
**Be ready in your blood thirsty self, to witness oh! heartless crowd,
here, I am treading the blade of the sharp sword, dripping blood from my heart.
Aug 2012 · 1.4k
Precambrian memories
K Balachandran Aug 2012
In the ancient darkness of that  rock chamber,
bats hung upside down like unrecollected memories,
startled by his footsteps flew scattering around, coming alive,
the Precambrian rocks, smelling his presence, but still without  recognition,
wordlessly  asked, "Who are you intruder, troubling our millennial sleep?"
In his  mind he heard  his words echo,"Sister dear,don't you remember?
we came from the same mother- earth- then a molten mass,
she gave us birth, then wind, waves and water separated us in our  Precambrian childhood,
you still are in your slumber, secluded from all, happily oblivious,
your journey still in the beginning, at a different pace"
**The elements took me to a pilgrimage,I took avatars one after other,
I am swimming towards light, at last,I believe,
rippling through the darkness all-round
Precambrian period:  4500 to 543 million years
K Balachandran Aug 2012
In a golden goblet, I was offered
the last drop of honey, tasting bitter;
*a wave of sweetness, rushed to engulf,
from the seething sea of memories.
Aug 2012 · 3.9k
Lingerie psychosis (MOLAD)
K Balachandran Aug 2012
In Latin, verging on double dutch, names for psychological disorders
are sheep in wolves' clothing, let me resort to plain language;
invited to her harem, a rare privilege, quickly I found she has,
what I would happily  call, **"Manic Obsessive Lingerie Acquisition Disorder"
The incident indeed was real.( fairly wide spread trend, thanks to the Advt wizards, I suppose)
Aug 2012 · 1.8k
The Black Swan
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Wasn't it pure dream? every time, they made love,
she feared the unknown; saw omens in everything,
then the fateful day stealthily came,
*a black swan he became and winged towards the horizon.
Aug 2012 · 954
Day dreamer
K Balachandran Aug 2012
lucky ******, this day dreamer,
when one story line goes phut,
he could try another, all day long,
**and then comes  the long day's night.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
River, with blue, black, red or clear, water, speaks force,
by a wordless word, uttered, throughout the course of  flow,  
and the fierce, swirling currents hidden below,
I am that, which shows its urgent need
to commune with limitlessness.

Winds, carry with them, a meaning concealed,
of elation,  an avarice for every whiff of smell,
wind I am, with  full of speed, demonstrated as
a wish to embrace, pollinate and proceed.

Earth, my nurturing mother, remains in me, mud red,
life giving sprout, the deep thirst of blood;  
its nourishing salts, has secret memories from long  distances,
from the very beginning, we as salt of the earth share.
Earth is where I have planted ancestral  memories for ever,
the desire, to touch, kiss, explore, spread roots, propagate.

Sky is my mind beyond myself, 'sky mind' of cosmos,
when, the clouds that constantly in move, blocking the sun of knowledge,
are finally  removed and  all become clear, I am ready to see the whole,
I stand in awe, like a wondering kid, stand naked below, throwing away all my toys,
seeking the answer to the conundrum of my existence.

Fire, the soul of the rock, in the core, the undying spark, that has seen all,
igneous father, the intellect beyond form, that consecrate all my offerings
of body, mind and spirit, flames in my *****, my love for life eternal  as a seed I plant in her,

**Accept every thing I renounce, with a smile 
 in  this sacrificial flames, Oh! holy fire
make them subtle, formless, transcendental, immortal.
"Idam na mama"(This is not for me)
"Idam na mama" (this is not for me ) the refrain chanted by priests before putting each offering in to
holy fire in ancient Indian ritual "Agnihotra"
Aug 2012 · 1.1k
Collateral damage
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Marching army of monsoon
siege the wayside inn.
Sticking together,
as a  joined force,
inn keeper and wife resist,
repeated attacks they deflect,
with whatever is in their command,
protecting inmates in deep sleep.
Above the shriek of lawless winds,
loud bangs persistently heard
on the door, were ignored,
yet another enemy tactic,
it was counted,
their knowing smiles tell this.

At dawn, on the doorstep
the victorious duo encounter,
the worst shock in their lives;
the frozen body of an emaciated  stranger-
an asylum seeker.
Collateral damage.
Aug 2012 · 1.4k
The black hen
K Balachandran Aug 2012
the fat  black hen
that looked
a symbol of something
hidden, one can't
exactly pin point what;
ubiquitous,
around the courtyard,
busy racking up trash
for something to peck at,
vanished at the moment
it was in high demand.
Who would think
it could be perfidious
like this?
When the oracle demanded
fresh blood of a black hen,
as sacrifice for a dark divinity,
none could guess
it would vanish in to thin air!
Some blame went to foxes,
on the prowl,
some thought
the  black magic men
who seeks to gain
powers supernatural,
by spilling blood
of hens and civet cats
are responsible for this
let down!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
I am a lone wolf, cursed to roam the rocky hills
A silent brook you are, cool, placid, grace in the  move,
My wounded soul gets  healed, for a while by your touch,
*Immersion in you  is my only  redemptive pilgrimage.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Two single minded  black ants transport,
the carcass of a faded green grasshopper,
happily hopped on grass fields
till its hopes failed
.
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