THE INDIAN POETS COLLECTIVE

May 2014

K Balachandran

He felt her
inner thunder,
waves of scarlet
reverberating
in his *****;
deep in the marrow
a pleasant tingling.
"Your sun spoke to me,
his insistence, very pleasant
reached me as waves"
later she coyly
whispered in his ears.

Let go all pretensions,
honestly compare notes
of hearts, the magic happens.
They created their
big bang on a sprawling bed,
all are echoes, he, she and the rest.
Even the universe that pulsates
within and spreads outwards
as waves.

#love #resonance #bigbang

May 2014

K Balachandran

Norwegian nightmare therapy

Munch,
munching your voiceless scream
from thick air surrounding him all day long,
he screamed in all colors you painted,
in a nightmare, all night long,
healed, got up fit as a fiddle
in the new morn ready to face a day,
just the same as before,
the cycle goes on.

Edward Munch, Norwegian painter, The Scream(1893)

#angst

May 2014

K Balachandran

*******

Her red shoe heels
made clicking sounds
aloud,
around the hall
attracting attention;
his shoes,
alluring, plush,
black magic silence
power worn on feet
cried for recognition.

loudness gravitated
towards silence

black silence angled wild red

he measured her
foot to hip,
she focused on his intense face

the silence
with in the precinct
approved their
illegitimate cravings.

Avarice for attention
came together
held hands,
kicked up their heels,
to **** competition
in *******.

May 2014

rained-on parade

Lessons about love

From you I learnt
that true love was
and endless cycle
of hello and good night.

Yet you and I
were stuck in a vortex
of stay and goodbye.

May blues. Memory traps.
Blank, blank.

"Go ahead and go."

May 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

White Dots

Reappearing the white dots on my fingernail
I’m growing a child again I yell
She smiles having by now known it well
It’s where I dwell.

Her mocking smile is an annoyance
Still louder I yell
White dots come on a child’s finger and toenail.

My lady ever practical says *how do I gain
If ever you really become a child again
It would be a tall demand and I’m afraid
The first thing you would ask for is to be breastfed!

May 2014

Harkaran

Unlit Matches

I am that faint dream you had
The spark of the unlit match
Long ago on a summer afternoon
The scent that leaves too soon

Like the faded dancing flame
Of the early morning light
In frevour and fury untamed
I die with the departing night

The flash flood in the spring river
Needing only a moment to deliver
Lasting pain and unending harm
I leave quick but take the calm

I am the thunder that struck
And burned everything to dust
In an instant I come and go
You know I am fatal though

whaa...

#irshaad

May 2014

Meenu Syriac

Under the moonlight

As the stars resume their place in the night sky,
And as the warm breeze of a small town spring take its course.
As birds of the night come out and sing their song
And as the quietness of the evening takes us along,
I will sit with you here under the moonlight.
We'll listen to the music of our hearts,
Let our minds entwine and surrender.
Maybe see our dreams play its role,
Maybe tonight,
We'll stare into each other's soul.

May 2014

amrutha

Chords of Rawness.

Drown yourself in the sound of music
Feel your heartbeat slow down
Hear that faint sound of the mess that you were in
Let it all go, lover
Feel swept off your feet this moment.

Lose yourself in the ocean of silence
Let your eyes do all the talking
Creativity takes infinite courage
To forsake the voices of environment
Let it all go, dreamer
Feel free to shed behind your fears.

Discover yourself wandering in the forest of the unknown
Let the music heal your wounds
Keep walking till something makes you stop
**** out of it the pleasure
Let it all go, discoverer
Feel the music running beneath your skin.

May 2014

Shailesh Otari

How Wistful Looks the Beautiful Rose

How wistful looks the beautiful rose
Carefully trimmed for a royal pose;
In fate of lofty praise
The blessed soul wails for days.

Yet how peaceful seems the wild orchid
That blossomed in the land so arid;
While seeking a lone passerby’s
careless look it is destined.

May 2014

amrutha

Village hush.

Tall palm trees swaying to the summer breeze
Do ye hear the wailing of the Zamindar's dog?
Peasants watering the fields, their struggles to cease
The scent of the wet soil and the morning fog.

Laughing alongside the silent river those women
Sparkly doe-shaped eyes, balancing a *** on their heads
To a confident rhythm their bare hips sway, raw beauty doesn't hide
Bending over to fetch water under the scorching sun overhead.

Frowning at the tropical summer fate
Young men walking behind the gloomy cattle
One haughty whip whack on the animal's back
They move on through the peaceful village rattle.

People witness the first rays of the sun
They continue to work even after the days choke
Dancing to the tunes of sheer simplicity
Live the wise and healthy village folk.

May 2014

amrutha

My Celestial Garden

Would you like to rest in my celestial garden
All day, all night, would you?
That place knows neither regret nor pardon
How could you breathe all this while, could you?
Come with me, I'll introduce you to freedom
I have a feeling you'll love the taste of it
Just like the world of your midnight dreams
Your soul my passion would carefully lit.
Welcome to my celestial garden
See how marvelous a humming bird is?
Worry not about who else will follow
Just friendly demons of desire, you will permit.

May 2014

K Balachandran

On either side of a gulf of emotions

A gulf of emotions lies deep
between him and her right now,
she stands unmoved for long
on her island of grief.

He stands on the firm land
just an earshot away
waving frantically at her,
as if everything is alright.
She just struts towards him
a bit, her face still inscrutable,
as if she has completely forgotten
her role on the play she is in.

Now, in a boat he goes around the island
and urge her to take a plunge;
is she afraid to jump and swim in the cold water
or she likes it there alone,
though cut off, from mainland,
comfortable in that island?

The jazz band playing in the background
sensed the change , stunned, has fallen mute.

#emotional #disconnect #gulf

May 2014

K Balachandran

A celestial treasure

Every time she smiles,
I read without fail
on her face thus:
"wealth belonging to cosmic treasure"

#smile #bless #invaluable