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K Balachandran Aug 2012
Never, did he sell her dreams,
                     only nudged to make her  see the possibilities together,
                                                  she wouldn't reign in, her crazy horses,
                        went ahead, spun dreams beyond the possible.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
While asleep, happily in dreams, we carry
a new world of invented reality;
when awake, we weave  around us, another dream
and forget it is invented, unlike the time of dreaming.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Sad day, dreams his night,
                           daydreams wistful, drain in to her.
           forlorn  night, longing blindly for light,
                            is  not allowed to express her wish aloud,
                she is forbidden from daydreaming
                                                for ever, by mother  nature.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Drum beats,  from across time, I hear
speaking an ancient language to the depths,                                      
forgotten for long, but my heart  quickly responds,

                                          legs swiftly move longing  for a dance.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
I know why, the butterfly-
is so happy and resplendent,
though, poor thing,  has transient life,
which the world thinks is tragic.
**Fully drenched, in the light of the moment,
it is oblivious of a  tomorrow
and hence  has no regrets.
Aug 2012 · 2.0k
equanimity
K Balachandran Aug 2012
after an arduous trek
to the high peak,
standing hand in hand,
when they looked downwards,
*no wonder looked
stunning enough,
to get excited about,
or things ordinary,
too  puny to ignore,
Aug 2012 · 2.3k
Eating squid in her company
K Balachandran Aug 2012
How much i love it,

she knows well,

eyes curiously down-

at me eating squid;

the eight armed cephalopod,

soft and dainty to eat,

in more ways than one,

now spread eagled in my front,

"I could eat you too

if you wish" I banter,

she looks at me mischievously as if

it's more than a joke,

and shakes head.

"Would I be as dainty

as such a fish?" she asks,

as if she is serious to get an answer,

flashing those expressive eyelashes,

clearly in a way I can see what it means!

"Yes, bilateral symmetry I have,

but not eight arms, is it okey?"

She knows all about my tastes,

(who would, if she doesn't?)

squids, octopus and the like

and clams...ooh, i love them, so much

bit sticky stuff, yes I like to mess up a bit,

that way, isn't it exciting?

I relish, squid and cuttle fish,

till I am fully satisfied.

Was she a fish in my waters?

To tell you the secret: she wasn't.

she was an octopus!

wily? yes, but lovable.

who strung me with,

her soft, supple tentacles!

Imposing her sweet wishes

on my senses,

eventually her wishes

become my commands,

to the end,

till she asks,

no more.
     )O(
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Mom's fingers extend,

              to gently touch my face,

looking at her eyes, i try to guess,

                 what  she thinks, at the moment;

         yes, I can tell, just like, she could read my mind very well,

                               *the day I was born,

                                                  was what she just remembered!
Like Neva tells us below, a mother often remembers the day her children were born..it's so intimate to her!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
"Red chilly and spices in excess,
would  burn your sensitive taste buds, no doubt"
his tongue contemplates the warning a bit
along with the taste, and decides,
**"curry in a hurry is the  perfect recipe for rumpus "
Aug 2012 · 810
Not even a perfect tragedy
K Balachandran Aug 2012
He packs his bags and leaves,
                    she stands stupefied, like  a doll,
they have crossed the threshold,
                 **but love is  still a glint in their eyes!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
willfully ignoring  cleavage rules,
slyly she leaves two top buttons undone,
mixing glamour, her chess moves-
become invincible, she knows.
'decollete' distracts the guy /sitting across the chess board, she knows
opponent soon  becomes admirer/willing surrender follows
Aug 2012 · 2.6k
Headstrong beauty
K Balachandran Aug 2012
What to say about this beauty's temerity,
when I like her, the way she is;
she kisses me only,
when she finds me  really attractive!
Aug 2012 · 1.5k
A self portrait by two
K Balachandran Aug 2012
In an attempt to paint,
a self portrait perfect,
*I see her colors and fingerprints,
all over my canvas.
Aug 2012 · 805
Picasso: dead or/and alive
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Did Picasso exist more,
anywhere, other than in his paintings,*
that divide him in parts
and exhibit even today
Aug 2012 · 1.1k
In Wallace Stevens I believe
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Wallace Stevens tells me,
"a poem need not have a meaning"
I look at my poem, nod knowingly,
she accepts, and proclaims," no meaning, no ambiguity"
Aug 2012 · 1.2k
to darkness
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Darkness, sing your song in quietness,
                         eulogizing departing light,
sad moon's silence,
                               and  your love affair with misty mountain heights.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
See this handsome cave man,
his lovely dove by his side;
in a metro train, we sit close by,
I threw a gentle smile, to be civil,
but really I wanted to make him smile,
that way we both would gain,

he deflected as if it was a missile,
stared at me as if his stocks went up
in smoke, that very morning.
The dove, was dazed like a zombie,

we live in a difficult world, unreasonable,
that's why 40% of this world hope
something would stop it's turning soon!
"no use running away form immediate reality"
dad used to tell us, over and over again,
"when the seeds are sown as karma,
why, run without reaping the harvest,
each time when you do something,
better be aware, of the result, or else...."

but the cave man doesn't care
so I took him by his scary horn, invisible,
"You need to talk,
you look too stuffed up,
so, chances are  that, you'll burst soon"
His eyes I could see, protruded,
face contracted,  symptoms of belligerence?
is it a  fight next?
"Wait "I said, "My cave man friend,
for long I was a cave man myself
I used to fight, even with insects"
then came one day
starlight playing with wet earth
on a clear night, did the trick,
it was like a vision so sweet,
I became aware of life's worth;
it's time to stop all nonsense we are in to"
**I saw him smile, he wasn't a caveman any more,
his dove was flapping her wings in happiness!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Almost there, she went wild,
bit me  ******* my shoulder,
floodgates opened,
*we didn't anymore care,what we did!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Butterfly and flower,
                                       a soft balancing act;
         I need to carefully copy that,
                                         to her utmost delight.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Are you, this body
         of five elements?
Are you the mind,
       five senses weaved?

Or are you one with
                    the one beyond?
the , eternal, infinite -
                   consciousness?


        Why keep me
at arm's length?
            Don't you know,
   like you,"I am that",

  There aren't two
           but just the one!
Don't be duped by
           this illusory construct!

When time gets ripe,
      cosmic wish, its dice casts,
              the game changes
comes  the big crunch!

           between 'big bang
and the final crunch'
                you fight your wars,
    momentary, who wins?

the play continues
           in cosmic time schedule,
  even Einstin couldn't-
                envisage the game as a whole!
"I am that"-("Tat twam asi" in Sanskrit) a "Mahavakya"( grand truth regarding the absolute )
which cryptically says the consciousness within each and the cosmic consciousness are not two, but one.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
My whiskey nights are
tributes to the pain, you inflicted;
*but what pains me is
the soft rain your eyes shed.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
"Why"
is an agave  plant
raising its many hands
towards sky,
shaking in urgency,
as if demanding an immediate answer.
This "why"
I note,
it keeps asking perennially;
in tequila haze, I guess
that the spirit of that "why"
is that keeps me high
though the agave mysteriously seems pained!
"Why?"
Bless the blue agave, for its questioning spirit, of even the heaven yet  still being generous resulting in our daily
drink of tequila, with out any hindrance.
Aug 2012 · 1.1k
Poetry buff, in the buff
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Under the banner heading,
a sudden rainbow spreads,
a poetic rain,
in small print,
fills the white sky page;

a naked woman,
reads it word by word,
ecstatic,
dancing like a peacock.
Aug 2012 · 1.4k
masquerade unmasked
K Balachandran Aug 2012
A canine trickster, trained himself
to phonate in cat's lingo;
his cat call sounded dog's howl,
caterwauls, were all fowl!
Aug 2012 · 2.5k
wonder
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Asymmetrically
                we
connect;
                                        yet
           ­                              **perfectly fit!
Aug 2012 · 575
The Moment
K Balachandran Aug 2012
The hint of mint,
on her lips, had an offer
to which my tongue,
quickly said 'yes'
The scent
of an unknown flower
on her flowing hair,
took me from there,
to the mountain *****
in my mindscape,
beside which
I had painted,
her picture to make it,
perfect, against
gentle foaming light.
The moment was
tender, pulsating,
her hands were,
creepers coiling around
my trunk, in a flurry,
not to swoon, soon.
Isn't it the moment,
described always
by  poets, all through
ages, as the feeling of
wafting above
the fluffy clouds?

But hey, I never
thought, I could be
swayed so easily,
like this: made
of sterner stuff,
could withstand
the onslaught of
such moments,
I thought of myself.

*But, eyes don't see,
ears can't hear,
nose looses its
sense of smell,
I feel a thrill beyond,
the prompting
of five senses,
to get in to the
flow of the nature's
immense will
to find the reason,
of my existence,
and vanquish,
the fear of all fears,
and be immortal,
liberate both of us,
from the mortal coil,
with the oracular,
power love fills,
in our beings
in such moments.
Daily love.net Monday, July18, 2011
Aug 2012 · 635
manipulating reality
K Balachandran Aug 2012
who kills the reality softly?
you and me join hands-
with advertiser's ploys;
*make believe, better than real, we agree!
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Deceit is in the air, beware!
the stench of dead birds,
mysteriously perished,
is it caused by the weather change?*

I witness feathers change color
beyond recognition on many birds,
both young and old,
i usually used to see on my walk
now they don't smile,
or even send a casual look as before.

Monsoon clouds, expected
aren't dark, or fat, as usual
obscene white, like cotton wool,
Had it been in other times,
i would have eulogized,
"So white and pure"

Drought is predicted,
we are living in hard times
should one remind that often?
would you hold my hand?
we need to stick together,
now, more than ever.

Luscious looking grapes, but wait,
I've seen them bath those in
thick soup of insecticides,
death lurks in salacious and sweet garbs,
eschew that grapes, they are sore,
be like foxes , that are clever.

The apples? rotten to the core,
forbidden, though entice
polished by poisonous wax,
don't eat those rotten eggs,
dame salmonella displaying her bare *******,
would be ready to ******, don't budge.
soon you will be down with illness.

Don't walk alone,
guardian angels have fallen in to bad days,
their wings are fragile,
vampires with fangs long enough
to draw blood, till the last drop
have come out in the open,
from the legends, where they slept.

The piranha, in the water closet,
has been starving for a week,
butterfly with psychedelic painted wings,
really is an evil thought,
out to attack on a masquerade,

Inside the cupboard there is a masked raider,
have you heard the hungry tiger,
growling  in your cluttered backyard?
a bear is prowling in the garden,
searching for hidden honeycombs,
did I see a python, licking a girl's naked breast?

Keep all the doors closed tight,
remain quiet inside*
               )O(
Aug 2012 · 489
end of the world.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Closed my eyes tight,
erased my thoughts
  world was nonexistent, for a while,
it did something to me; guess what?
Aug 2012 · 495
melting point
K Balachandran Aug 2012
On top of those broad steps,
face, framed by a wildly flowered
rose bush, she stood awaiting me misty eyed;
after ages, it seemed so unreal,
in a rush of memories
I too cried
K Balachandran Aug 2012
"I am impossible to please,
with poetry or anything else"
I am stunned by your beauty,
yet, flummoxed by this stubbornness.

Golden sun does caress your face,
and highlight lovely curls,
reminding me this, yet again,
nothing stays for ever.

Up the hill through a winding path,
you lead me from the front,
look out point did invite,
you didn't pay any heed.

On sundown, when we go down,
hold my hand, stand close to my side,
view those blue hills at the farthest,
*you'll change and understand.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
You think, the idea of reincarnation
utter nonsense? Consider this:
**every strand in your DNA
indicates  previous births.
Aug 2012 · 1.1k
I'll charge you with theft
K Balachandran Aug 2012
I'll charge you with theft,
there is enough evidence;
never thought I'd fall for you,
you stole my heart, merciless!
Aug 2012 · 1.4k
Narcissus remembers
K Balachandran Aug 2012
I fondly remember,
every libidinous mirror,
that fondled me
with sensuous  abandon.

the reflections I approved
were not strictly
my exactitude;
most erogenous,
that gave me sleepless nights-
of salacious cravings.

I made mirrors proud
by getting represented in them,
the way I loved me, myself
that made them glad.

I give the mirrors
more pleasure,
than the images that I love-
send me in to raptures.

I abhor ****** liaison with mirrors,
though I love the way they pamper.
I've no love left for others,
when a mirror catches me unawares,
in such lasciviousness-
that I love in myself,
it would send shivers through the mirrors,
yes,  I am not unaware,
but that secret is theirs.
Jul 2012 · 1.3k
all the keepsakes
K Balachandran Jul 2012
He hurriedly took stock of
his invaluable  treasures thus far,
*three effulgent moments,
and an immortal kiss; that's all!
Jul 2012 · 1.4k
a flight beyond time
K Balachandran Jul 2012
Translate the night for me,
                    in the words of timelessness,
transform the dreamless sleep,
                   in to a trance beyond death.
K Balachandran Jul 2012
You'll never see a ghost,
spirit, banshee, call whatever:
**festering past wounds
buried deep in the psych call on.
Jul 2012 · 1.1k
finding love
K Balachandran Jul 2012
From the thicket of garrulous bamboos,
a love lorn song, in the air makes waves,
enthralled, a rustle, from the foliage
of a mango tree laden with fruits,

A wistful tune announces,"I am here"
a hearty call  heard in return,
a symphony of love, fills the air
two invisible lovers, woo each other.

a sonorous duet, above nature's sounds,
in clear high notes, celebrates love newly found,
cacophony of birds, is bridled
sudden stillness is all ears for love notes.

now the lovers,  are in the air
circling each other, madly love struck.
like a breeze meets and carries fragrance,
*love is sought and found,  a song composed!
K Balachandran Jul 2012
Gloomy  morning attempts,
lazily an abstract,
on the damp canvas
eastern sky extends,
halfheartedly smearing,
dark monsoon clouds
along with some white and grey patches,
then slowly, warms up to a red mood;
as if by a second thought
adds full of flight of birds,
for an effect.

Avian splay, what a display!

The sun visibly gets pale,
upset being just a part of the picture,
unable to dominate, as his usual practice.
Not at all pleased at the emerging picture,
he sulks at the prospect,
of more dull, vain clouds rushing in,
spoiling the composition with their-
chance  megalomaniacal dominance.
Jul 2012 · 757
Solo artist
K Balachandran Jul 2012
In the stillness of every wintry night,
I sing
most of the times
to an audience of one.
  
my little wonders
a sudden unsettling thunder,
uncontrolled sobs,
suppressed moans,
angste that visit unsolicited,
inconsequential happiness,
all, become my songs.

A solo performer
never looks for applause,
or disheartened by disappointed looks,
and when the curtain finally falls
in silence,
and the actor goes back on wheels,
there won't be any encore,
*it's a solitary road, even if you aren't  really aware.
K Balachandran Jul 2012
The Big book of answers**
was found, at long last,
How did the questions vanish?
the relevance has  totally gone!
That's the irony of human life; the answers doesn't come one moment too soon, if you are an incorrigible perfectionist.Be prepared for alternatives, or else....the answers would arrive at the precise moment when no question is relevant any more.
Jul 2012 · 1.7k
Grace
K Balachandran Jul 2012
Naked sky
                Buddha's eye
                                   sheds gently,
                                                      boundless
                                                       ­               mercy
                                            ­                                                       on earth.
Jul 2012 · 1.2k
El parque del amor
K Balachandran Jul 2012
With an elating nonchalance,
the park conceals love in excess,
*air is dense with wistful sighs,
and  exquisite ****** excitement.
Don't look for the sculpture El Beso(The Kiss) here.This is not the dedicated  Love Park in Miraflores,Lima;
but an accidental one, in Bangalore, India.
K Balachandran Jul 2012
1
I realize this:
every cruel night
talks to me more about light.
That albescent star, over there
on the western sky limit,
would appear when I am in dark,
to show me path, till I get back-
on my lonely track.
Is it a mere apparition,
conjured up by my imagination?
That star is there for me
as and when I desire,
in times of desolation or need
we are connected by the strings
of our hearts, mysterious,isn't it?
  2
Lone auburn star,
a drop of sacrificial blood
over the far horizon,
is full of love in the boil,
she is burning with desire for ages,
I know from the day, i first set my eyes on her,
this is a love beyond time and space,
a love, few recognize that burns within us for ever.
I have no words, to express
how it feels like or what it means
I am at my lonely window,
she is up there,
only our hearts forget distance and touch,
bandying thoughts that elate us,
the fire in us burn together.
All I learned about  love's magnifique,
is from her simmering  silent presence,
what if we'll never come together?
Love is immortalized in one lover's
sacrifice for the other;
she and I vie with each other for that.
3
The smiling star
eyeing me with an affection limitless,
is my dear sister, lost touch
with me from early childhood,
we grew up in different parts of the universe,
yet the stardust in us, binds together,
Every night when, stars die
and become gaping dark holes,
that never let a ray of light escape,
my sister would weep, a sorrow I witness,
from a million light years away,
and long to wipe her streaming tear drops.
**Aren't we all a dream,
a cosmic painting abstract, so vivid,
one day she and I and every bit
would go away, transformed in to dust
and get separated as elements.
The sun and moon would weep for us,
but we would be one with bliss!
K Balachandran Jul 2012
She came to the fare,
disguised as a village girl,
none recognized her,
thought, yet another seeker of good times!

I was in my tatterd clothes,
waiting out side,  to see  parade of the rich,
and hear the wise, speak their words;
just curious, to see what they are up to.

Eager to get a glimpse
even if for some minutes,
when they go in, crossing the gate,
or come out after the feast .

Her eyes where deep blue sapphires,
emitting the clear light of wisdom,
one look at her revealed -
her heart is pure light, what I waited for

"princess, why are you in disguise?
you are the one, befitting to the high seat,
I am no one to say this, just a mendicant,
one uprooted from own land and  lost all love"

I whispered this as she passed,
as if to myself, barely audible,
I saw her eyes dazzle in a flash,
wordless wisdom binding us two,

"Dervish, you should dance with me tonight,
she said without even batting an eyelid,
I don't see a partner,match to a princess,
I knew, i'll meet one; you are here"
K Balachandran Jul 2012
If I had an apple
i would have eaten it with her,
sitting close by,
looking eye to eye,
under the umbrella shade
of a tree, near a corn field,
with the view of a lone hill,
at the far, far end.

An ****** experience
it would have been for us,
turned on by her eyes
a bite I would take from the apple,
then, it's her turn
as soon as she does that
I would ****** it from her, once again,
tasting her saliva on it
would electrify my tongue,
and evoke distant animal past.

Green corns sway desirous
in the playful naughtiness of the wind,
slowly proximity works, as the worst intoxicant.
By and by nature's prompt,
gets in to our blood streams.

She would get bold, sensing
that lonely spot's intent,
slowly remove her jacket first
then one by one, the rest,
standing before me naked,
sensuality  personified.

I am an illogically crazy wind,
swooping, over the water: her.
I'd repeatedly blow over her,
till she uncontrollably erupts


she has eaten from my apple,
I've tasted hers;
without deceit or evil, we indulge,
and partake the gifts we within hold.
Jul 2012 · 1.5k
When we explore
K Balachandran Jul 2012
I would dip in that spring,
never full, but in spate
at such moments
of deep engagement,
with the cryptic voices of nature.
In a rush of passion
I would reach for those
lovely peaks that shiver
as if by tremors
that rumble deep below.

With my trembling heart,
I would catch your broken song,
though out of tune,
thrills and urges me,
to do whatever pleases me.
You are a cloud transparent,
that envelopes moon
with swift hands of wind,
the swirls, the twists and  the turns
aren't us, but nature, in glorious motion,
dancing in tune with our essence.


In effulgent moments, like sky birds,
when we transcend limits,
lips, parched leaves
quickly swell up like orange slices,
love in swift moves creates wonders
with its magic wand.

Experience now,
the music of motion,
an explosion
in which we are thrown up,
to a state of timelessness,

and at last hands entwined,
we walk in the garden
where wild orchids in bloom
paint our dream in vivid colors.
Daily love.net Oct 22, 2011
Jul 2012 · 1.0k
How it began
K Balachandran Jul 2012
' The urge to surge'
lord of the universe
commanded **"Arise"
And that was the word in the beginning, uttered without sound;
                                                        of course, what we know as universe came later.
K Balachandran Jul 2012
We are in love,
just one hitch,
*she sits on the island of past,
having no boats, I can't reach.
Some people are like that; they burn their boats and sit there in the island of past!
Jul 2012 · 1.3k
Tasting Fire
K Balachandran Jul 2012
Swimming **** in the river,
a forgotten art since childhood;
he and she redeemed it,
during their love's fervour,
tasting fire.

Fire and water, they played with,
after every dive, her gleaming lips,
met his sun blazed pair,
a subdued thunder
exquisitely shook their bodies
uncontrollably for moments
right from the deepest root.

Giddy with pleasure,
her eyes tightly remained closed,
but lips drank sun
from his lips avidly
without stop.

She felt her body taut,
like guitar strings,
ready to sing.

What he thought was this:
my girl is a red hibiscus flower,
that would bloom, fold by fold,
when tantalizing fingers of desire,
caress the buds,
gently first and then passion's currents
sow goosebumps all over.


She is a vine,
that gets him entangled,
her hands emits sparks.
Flames on her lips,
seek downward path,
and lights the unmitigated
embers of *****.
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