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 Dec 2017
beth fwoah dream
the stars parade,
the moon curves into
silence,
the night broods
in a frosty sky,

footsteps follow
like the witching hour
in her emerald
caves,

kiss me, sweet boy,
let me rest
in your arms,
sing a song of
love into the
night tide,

sway with you
in a ghostly
circle,

sunken like
a blue pool
beneath the
stars,

where our
forever begins
in the unravelling
of the old moon.
 Nov 2017
beth fwoah dream
it is morning and
love hides in the bed
linen where
still-sleepy arms
and legs start to awake.

the scent of rose
on the pillow,
the scent of love
blossoming with
a kiss beneath the sheets,
honey limbs
roused in the sunshine.

late november and
the leaves fall,
spiralling to the
floor, browns and
golds, sinking,
earth bound
in the crisp morning
air.


sunshine
pouring through
the window,
a thin sun
stretches out,
the grey-eyed winter
waits like our
kisses, sweet as
cherry, sweet as our
yearning lips.
 Nov 2017
beth fwoah dream
carrying the sky
on lilting wings,

our love, melting
like a candle,
yearning to
be set free,

the grey dome
of the sky
promising rain,
whispering to
the cardboard
streets where
the gold leaves sink,
flavoured by the
colours of autumn,
that love is a
wondrous bird of
the skies,
is all of our morrows,
is the happiness in
our lives.
 Nov 2017
K Balachandran
Gently you patted my cheek,
with a tenderness piquant,
not  known hitherto to us both.
Those quivering long fingers
exude motherliness,I miss ever after,
my mom has gone to her last pilgrimage,
And I crave for at moments of pain intense.

From the layers of memory darkened
by distance,I recover that feeling,
to place you instantly at a level higher,
than that of a sultry lover to whom
desire than anything higher binds together.

In to my lackluster eyes, you peer,
see the ineptly hidden drop of tear,
in the corner shivering plaintively
before rolling down to lose forever,
it's in the memory of my mother,
who rhythmically tapped my back,
led me to the cozy cloud of sleep,
when outside raged the rain storm,
I now gather, to a women I owe
when, time after time she takes
another avatar, of my mother,
momentarily, at times,when earth slips,
from under the feet
unexpectedly.
                         You did see the storm raging
inside and the child looking for solace.

You hold me close to your *****,
and I travel to a world gone by again
even when wolves howl refusing to sleep.
and let me doze off to wake up in another world!
 Nov 2017
beth fwoah dream
i.

in a city of leaves
a wilderness of moon
and her shadows
climb high
in a drowsy sky
that dreams of
golden lamps
and avenues of stone.

ii.

you told me
that you loved me,
under a sky of lizard grey,
with wild inks that sang of
all the promises of winter.

iii.

i kissed your neck, wrapped
to your love and its
tremendous sea,
a wave flowing with
the current,
drawn to the shadowy shore.

iv.

your kiss like the layers
of dark cloud,
you were jealous of me
as you pushed me to
the wall, and i
said i am yours, i
will always be yours.

v.

night’s fiery arches,
a swift god,
the thunderous steps of
the clouds.
 Nov 2017
beth fwoah dream
i.

unwrap me tenderly,
pour your love
like water from a jug,
please me and
harness me,
bring me to life,
beneath your touch.

ii.

tonight the puddles
whisper to a wandering moon,
reflections like onyx in
dreamy pools, the
water’s soft breeze,
a stream of stars,
your love also, the song of a star.

iii.

the last heartbeat
of summer in the
honey light,

after the rain
everything feels
refreshed,
ink pressed to
the water.

iv.

nightingale-free
the breeze
whispers to the
trees,
dark-eyed, its
leaves a rose
on my pillow,
beats an ashy drum.

v.

you pull me to you,
i’m brought to life
by the sound of your voice,
caressing me with
your lips, my back
arched back, my ribs
a dream of you,
monet-reflected
in the night and in your
eyes.
 Nov 2017
Solaces
There you go again.  With that smile.  I really cannot turn away from such a smile.  So I smile back.  As our brown eyes lock for but a moment.. Everything is forgotten around me. I don't know where I am, I don't know who is talking, all I know is that my eyes are locked to yours..   This is how you make a dream..  Take that moment and multiply by itself.. That will equal " Me getting lost in you."
It started with a smile.....
 Oct 2017
K Balachandran
In the bejeweled chronometer dial

of the lighted night sky's grandeur,

light years unfathomable, embedded

vie with one another,

every single minute

in a scramble to all 360 degrees

creating a  perfect hallucination!

Time impishly breaks all concepts,

of linearity, circularity and the rest,

takes to directions, that pleases

in the process makes one wonder

what the distinctions we make

as  past present and future mean!

"Let's mix past with future,

put past in present and create

an ethereal symphony of time,so that

nothing gets lost, gained either"
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