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 Jun 2016 Gaye
K Balachandran
Nurture those lovely creatures love breeds..

Two moving liquid eyes,
kept admiring you both
contented, happiness-drunk
-a delicate filigree dragonfly,
when you both were lost,
in the warmth of love,new found,
melting and flowing, together
in the entwined  patterns of hearts.

Like a  rainbow hued butterfly,a guest
that suddenly appears announcing,
days of warmth, mirth and laughter,
something was flitting like a flash,
around you fluttering it's silver wings,
making you go crazy with desire,
already enamored with each other
beyond even your comprehension!

In the pitch black screen of night sky
fireflies dancing in formations never seen,
reflected in your wondering eyes,
drawing  sketches, that look like like  electric maps
love create, with accelerated heart beats.

Do you realize what alchemy of hearts makes it
possible for love to transform in such a manner?

Love in it's moments ethereal, clearly reflect,
the true mind of nature, do you care to take note?
Don't ever **** those delicate creatures, that appear,
love in it's deepest yearnings, breeds and keeps.
The season of love, by some magic, brings to focus, many things lovely
in nature never one did pay attention to...
..these are only few of them..and in many cases, they vanish for ever..
 May 2016 Gaye
Blind Aesthetic
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 May 2016 Gaye
Blind Aesthetic
E-
We face facebook
More than books face us
People laugh out loud
But we hear nothing
The sound of taps and clicks
Are the equivalent of mice and crickets
The glow of the screen
Fights for dominance
We swipe our fingers
To flip pages on books
With no paper
Since when did we
Lose our sense of
Value
Giving priority to something
That in reality
Isn't worth a single cent
We are all deaf mutes
Acting a bit thrown back
When we hear our names
Instead of reading them
 May 2016 Gaye
K Balachandran
1.
A wind shakes the tree,
Sudden death for all dry leaves.
sad, cold, earth awaits.
2.
A dry leaf drifts down-
In to an angry cyclone.
A life unforeseen.
3.
Churning storm's still eye.
The leaf quietly ponders,
Enlightenment strikes.
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