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 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
melancholy moon, in solitude paint
the night meticulously white,
till it dawns;
an exercise in futility, but she loves it.
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
poetry sadly, could  fall mute,
but images would spak out,
what's coagulated inside,
brought out chiseled, to get creator liberated.
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
in love, i am steamy red,
i drink, fiery black,
**stop me when you think,
i am too absurd.
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
you are serene kid of tranquility,
I am tumult's favorite,
our coming together, spectacular dusk;
tranquil, with turbulent colors.
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
the girl playing clariet,
excites me with her expressions,
forget the clarinet part
i would go for just the other.
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
Blue bird, you sing
a fine song sans meaning.
*When meaning is within,
why try to find elsewhere?
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
small, chirpy bird,
flitting under the dome of air port,
comes down, nonchalantly partakes,
omelette from my plate.
In Kempe Gowda  Airport,Bangalore, you'll see them sup with travelers,unhesitatingly.
 Feb 2012
jjcsm
the wind takes
the leaves
         now curled
dried and brown
on the oak
     sapling
the leaves shake
     loose
their mantra
         calling
     Oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ
to bless this wood
with their
     compassion
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
Dawn, hold on,
let me have one more word,
with the maudlin moon.
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
your name wind whispered,
to the rendezvous i rushed,
wind meant  you would never come,
what a fool i was!
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
On a canvas ****** white,
with glowing silver paint,
flight of her creative fancy tries,
capturing the ebullient, inky night.
 Feb 2012
K Balachandran
squre, round, ovel, even in irregualar shapes,
obsrving windows, i found this truth:
a hidden illegitimate desire to become doors.
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