THE INDIAN POETS COLLECTIVE

May 2014

K Balachandran

Her libidinous eyes like dark beetles
circled his face in ***** adoration,
numbing pain chocking his voice
he told her the crushing truth,
he was a werewolf, without redemption,

she didn't stir, was jubilant in spreading darkness
a blush, still visible made her look more eager
"I was hoping against hope, though too suave looking,
you would be one, just take me, I am your vampire"

#darkness #hidden #lechery #masqueraders

May 2014

Kuzhur Wilson

Washing

If it were a shirt or underwear,
I could have thrown it into that corner
This, now, is body
It is not enough to wash it the ordinary way in the bathroom
Have to give it to the sea or the river
Like giving the very soiled clothes to the washerman
Perhaps it will give it back.

Translated by: Anita Varma.

#poetry #indian #body #washing #kuzhoor

May 2014

K Balachandran

river, towards the moment of realization

Gallivanter river, we'll reach there together,
at the confluence, the tranquil ocean iridescent
where every being is together, you, me and others,
transcending limits, one incessant flow of consciousness.

#life #realization #consciousness #ultimate

May 2014

K Balachandran

***** Den

Somewhere in the lake
of deep sleep
is an island, dark and mysterious,
entangled mangroves here, resist movements
where I snake in like a thief
excitedly breaking in to own house,
pretending to be an alien
and find
a body double living there
acting out one's secret-
fantasies and voluptuous desires.
I won't dare to speak aloud here,
where, the overpowering smell of
too ripe fruits of indecent passions waft.
The dark chamber,
the smoke filled ***** den of my mind,
is to take secret refuge and be one
with a dream that flies me
to the border lands of psyche.

May 2014

K Balachandran

Waves of desire

Rumbunctious
waves
rolling
one over the other
on the white sand bed,
reach for new heights
like insatiable lovers;
from her desolated corner
on the beach front,
a lone woman
watches their fervor
with an undiminishing
fire of desire, in her eyes
but none to stoke or share.

#love #desire #loneliness #beachfront

May 2014

Kuzhur Wilson

The farmer

After the morning walk,
While returning,
Bought two bananas from the tea shop

While eating it,
Tried sketching the person
Who cultivated it, in my imagination

Where would the farmer
Who grew the bananas
That I am eating now, be?

Will he be sleeping
Or farming?

Will he be

While thinking about the farmer,
Remembered father, who was an agriculturist himself

Pity!

It was necessary to buy a banana
For this ungrateful seed
To remember its own cultivator!

Translation : Anitha Varma

#farmerindian #poetrykuzhoor

May 2014

K Balachandran

we are the pair

she thinks herself
as my messenger
I am the mirror
she reflects
on which miraculously
the revelations
regularly appear

whenever we meet
we talk in the lingo
of wind and water
we walk hand in hand
along the bank of
our favorite river,
that none would find
in time and space

we love dancing around
the fire we create for ourselves
she turns a singer
only when the urge
fully overpowers her.
we know no anger,
we embrace
the winds of change
like it's a long lost brother

I am her song with
the words she perfects,
meaning I make sure
goes beyond and hit
the center
in our town there isn't
any pair like us,but we've
never thought that way
even once
we aspire, never despair
we are children of nature
cosmic love bug is our signature.

cosmiclovebug@gmail.com

#love #man #nature #joy #woman

May 2014

K Balachandran

*Bindu

Their astral bodies entwine
beyond the imaginary limits
man, woman, matter, energy,
in an urge to know, fuse as one
converge, sizzle in the heat of surge,
carnal lust evaporates
like summer mist
at the purple dawn
creation of lucent zen,
wanderings end
at the "BINDU" esoteric point
in the center of being
where the truth ultimate
is celebrated in the chants
of primordial boom, Om
which resonates thus:
"Om tat sat"

Bindu---Literally a point or dot(represented by that symbol)sometimes likened to a pearl,the convergence point of Meditation, Contemplation, Mantra and prayers
Mystical, esoteric part of many; highest convergent point of Yoga,Tantra and Vedantha, near the limit of time, space and causation
Bindu is the doorway to the absolute.
*Om-the primordial sound/infinite sprit in the form of sound(sabda brahman)
Tat--the sound esoteric indicator of absolute("all that is")
Sat---the esoteric third indicator of the absolute(essence)
"Om Tat Sat" has no physical component

#time #space #inner #beyond #exploration #boom #primordial

May 2014

K Balachandran

Dead End

Her sudden wink--
he quickly picks
tries to ink her like;
it somehow links him
to a past moment
retrieved from
a hidden dark place.
a journey through
verdant country paths,
in the beginning
then, a string of events,
that stirred his heart
till it hurt too bad,
leading to a dead end.
In his somber smile
her wink gets stuck
freezes in an instance,
slowly dissolves.

#rejection #attraction #connect #wink

May 2014

K Balachandran

A double life

1
*In the masquerade of a poet
he acquires secret wings,
becomes equal parts real and unreal,
treading the twilight zone.
He still is an apprentice
with the conjurer,
incomparable wizard
who never stops amazing
being the anarch of slight of hand,
the illusionist grand,
we in the flow who swim or drown
in the river, known  as life
that none ever defined the way it really is.
2
Inside his cubicle
transformed to a scribe by a curse
when he coveted it, was a boon
he is real, all  his magical powers robbed
by the day light, realities of life
he is grappling with news
that make  his heart grow weak.
He is now a sobbing poet within,
firmly  handcuffed to a pact strict,
only to write reports, that's his might
anything of beauty he couldn't  escape,
its all pain in forms unimaginable
most of it man made, even famine.

A life swinging between a hope
to come in terms with
the uncertainties of the ebb and flow
that breaks his heart bit by bit,
and facing realities stark that drives a knife
has become the rut, he wouldn't escape.

Dawn peeps through the window blind
he has lost meaning for day and night  long time back
when this double life, has trapped him in this pen

#poet #contradiction #journalist

May 2014

K Balachandran

The white lotus

She fell in to the hands of darkness and wept
the world all of a sudden  ceased to exist,
she hoped, "If only a drop of moonlight
fell on the cheerful courtyard of the time past,
and show me  the happy scenes of yore,
children yelling aloud and playing around,
as if nothing will ever happen to break my peace"

Alone beyond mind, she soared in to a stillness, it was deep,
then light, so soft and fizzy surrounded her
gathered her in hands like her dear mother,
she felt light, pain vanished, didn't know
how much time passed,  felt like all burdens were  lifted.

Light was wisdom timeless, it told her, time has light feet,
from illusion it comes and returns to it's fold
all things good and bad in to fathomlessness dissolve.
"Forget the bleakness of the dark waters my dear,
you are the beaming white lotus, floating eternally above it."

"Asato ma sad gamaya          (lead me from ignorance to truth)
Tamaso ma jyothir gamaya   (lead me from darkness to light)
Mrityorma amrutham gamaya(lead me from death to immortality)
Shanhi......shanti ......shanti   "    (Peace..Peace.....peace)
------Brahadaranyaka Upanishad

#light #awareness #wisdom #immortality #transience

May 2014

K Balachandran

A sailor without navigational aids

I left my shores in that fateful night,
my heart was torn in to pieces,
and blood rushed out, a red river
still I fought like an battle hardened soldier,

My old boat made of seasoned wood was broken
in many places, lost my navigational aids
the sky was windy and overcast, the sun avoided my eyes
at dark nights, the lone star that loved you and me
and wanted us to unite, was covered with angry clouds
that wanted me to get lost in high seas
the storm that was brewing didn't daunt me
I set full sail and saw the island in my mind
listened only to your voice within me , firm and clear
you are my rudder, light house, love song
Love, is the only light that's left for me
will I reach your abode against all odds?

My heart goes to Maria, our friend in this moment of intense pain

#life #tough #sailing #seas #rough

May 2014

K Balachandran

Will you remember me still, mother dear?

A vanishing cloud, ethereal with a heart shaped red blot in the middle
told her without words, "It's time to dissolve, I can't wait anymore,
it's night, my eyes droop I have to sleep, no time is ripe to say goodbye ever
don't grieve, I am not going anywhere, be back here as things you love most
a strain of music wistful in the evening air, a lovely bird streaming blissfully
in cold mountain air, a sad poem that makes a mother cry for a short while
then dry her eyes and smile,or anything you love without any reason obvious,
will you remember me then, when I am in another, mother dear?"

For Maria

#pain #loss #smile #spirit #remembrance #bereavement