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K Balachandran May 2017
I was a forest of wild desires
love engulfed it as wild fire,
lit by a spark from your eyes.
Never did I want to put it out,as
burning for what you gave me
was pure bliss,I realize.
The embers are alive, giving warmth
while the forest of desires regenerates
at a speed I  haven't known ever before.
May 2017 · 593
Twist
K Balachandran May 2017
Calamari float,
changing tack,dive inwards quick,
life's contrary turns!
K Balachandran May 2017
Watching alone, the world in perpetual motion
from the view point on my balcony,I see  the beauty!
my eyes catch her and her's mine,I say this to myself
"Some thing humane in these days of stares and scares"
While she flies a kite from the high rise opposite,
the protest,challenge and the revolt in that act was evident,
she made sure,that  I didn't miss the political point.I am sure.

Her kite, navigated with such consummate skill,fell near me,
My eyes read this message on her face "Rescue me from the beast"
wasn't it really an expedition to find the beast in question!
Fascinating specimen was he!I was taken in by his narration.
As a better narration commands merit,I did honor, kept quiet.
There are only perspectives...so a good narrative has greater truth!
May 2017 · 723
Behold-haiku
K Balachandran May 2017
two butterflies flit,
on a vast green lawn searching-
no flower at sight.
May 2017 · 597
Non duel
K Balachandran May 2017
Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp it,
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.
truth  beauty  harmony   peace  eternity.
May 2017 · 258
Non duel
K Balachandran May 2017
Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
Or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.
truth  beauty  harmony   peace  eternity.
May 2017 · 289
Non duel
K Balachandran May 2017
Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp it,
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.
truth  beauty  harmony   peace  eternity.
May 2017 · 272
Non duel
K Balachandran May 2017
Beauty arrested my eyes,
made my heart beat faster,
realizing beauty as the truth
ultimate, I wooed it every minute.

I sought beauty avidly
all through every experience,
came to understand,
it took forms one can
never imagine.
Ignorance makes one fall
in to the bottom of the pit
of doubt,though one wants
to be a brave heart

Love I sought all round,
with love in abundance
kept ready to give in return!
But love has quicksilver ways
transforms and becomes
different things,in
many realms of being
in  many fascinating colors
The only hope for me to grasp
is to become love itself.

I sought peace always
in beauty and love,
when beauty touched me
with such deep, pure love,
I never would have imagined,
Or when love displayed,
beauty beyond the borders
of body, soul and spirit,
I was touched by enlightenment.

I did bid goodbye to transience,
and became one with the
sky of limitlessness,
eternity without non duality,
where beauty and love
harmoniously transform in to truth
the one and only essence
effulgent, unchanging, eternal.
truth  beauty  harmony   peace  eternity.
May 2017 · 218
the magic of love
K Balachandran May 2017
the pin in my heart
you stuck deeper and deeper
has become a bloom!
May 2017 · 210
the magic of love
K Balachandran May 2017
the pin in my heart
you stuck deeper and deeper
has become a bloom!
May 2017 · 172
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May 2017 · 2.3k
erotic efflorescence
K Balachandran May 2017
his twitching hand rests
on her warm thigh, say her sighs:
" valley is abloom"
May 2017 · 591
dusk performs a magic
K Balachandran May 2017
a deep blue mountain.
in swirling dark night dissolves,
a lone silver star!
K Balachandran May 2017
*  Getting closer, to the just bloomed flower
that bewitched him in an instant,
the honey bee gets intoxicated
by the web  of love,
the sweet flower threw around,
it felt more like a gentle caress
to which his heart jumped!
He  starts to do an ecstatic dance,
never thought he could,
till this sweet moment arrived,
merely touching her soft petals
he flies high as if to proclaim his pleasure
buzzing a new tune he composed
for this special moment,
he circles the flower
as if to adore her beauty
form all possible angles
making the moments of love
so special for them both..

* A butterfly enchanted by the flower,next
has a dance of love so different,
he would flit around and hover above
adore her beauty in a more relaxed pace,
he appreciates her silence to his soft declarations,
his love songs have no words, on air written
by the sprightly moves of his colorful wings,
he knows she loves it and his dance tells it all.
Like a kite on the waves of wind, he bobs on air
gently descending,looking at her eyes.

ഇ**  The tailor bird who never misses
mother nature's children all,big and small,
in their myriad ways of loving and living
watches what's going on,
without batting an eye lid,
she has a doubt
"Who among these
  lovers are more intense?"
she thinks aloud.

 The sonorous singer,
Bulbul watching it all
from the hanging branch
of a Champak, flowered in
riotous profusion answers:

ഉ   "Both are poets, no doubt,
of  distinction too,
each of their deeds
spontaneous demonstrates,
with hearts full of love
they wave poetry around us
in ways ingenious
paired with flowers.
why compare them?
Mother nature's brush
dexterous paints each one of us
with such loving care  and kindness
to infuse celebratory spirit,to the world,
never forget that,learn from the bees and butterflies."
May 2017 · 574
Ant's mystery
K Balachandran May 2017
moving ants,millions
from the hanging rock's crack
swarming,seeking what?
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
Enter, the temple bull
K Balachandran Apr 2017
sound of horn heralds-
bedecked bull ambles along,
a world gone, returns!
On a Bangalore street,the silicon valley of India,a bedecked bull
and the lady, his keeper, still has a place....he isn't just any ordinary bull..
a venerable presence...contemporary face of long tradition of treating animal sand birds with veneration..the lady is handsomely compensated for keeping the tradition alive and showing up at auspicious occasions..
Apr 2017 · 702
Rain and again
K Balachandran Apr 2017
rain abruptly stops,
water soaked trees take over,
on cycles it goes
K Balachandran Apr 2017
The scent, the garland of fresh  jasmine
bedecked on your enticing coiffure exudes,
tickles desire  for an immediate tight embrace.

Musky aroma of blooms of  yellow Champak,
you  always carry around gets  too heady,
demands at least a passionate kiss quick,
if not an act fully dedicated to cupid,who won't lie.

Listen how breathlessly he suggests, options
that would suit to tastes different, one after the other!
If fragrance enhances love interest,lurking veiled,
why,but why,this discord,my dear? Be bit patient.
Apr 2017 · 728
Sun's ferocity
K Balachandran Apr 2017
A kite's distress call,
starved and thirsty,there she falls,
sun, calling shots.
K Balachandran Apr 2017
I was quite oblivious, then
of the ways of this wicked world,
being a merry child of nature;
innocence embraced me tightly
as if I am it's one and only beloved.
It was my dad, man of infinite
wisdom yet carefree, who walked
in front,he once  turned around
as if he remembered this,and said
"Don't ever go astray,keep your
eyes focused on the light distant
even if I am not there to lead
if ever you find any difficulty,
don't you get confused, that  flame
remains unflinching,within
each moment,you feel the need "
I didn't ever go astray,keeping up
with his footsteps.I let out a secret,.
I remember,a sweet kiss for
sweet pain in my lips.

Well, he didn't have much time left
he knew his seeds transferred in this
pod would set sail to the very end
of the world,till it goes on gently
narrating it's tale.Bless my beloved dad
it's mostly him and mum I am,
filled with: wonder for the world,
compassion for even a purloiner,
scrounger,larcenist, owl or spider.
At one turn he casually said good bye
and vanished,collected his ashes white,
mixed it with my bitter tears,I immersed
it in the confluence of three seas,at Cape
with a heart gone empty.He has become
immortal, my meditative moments
would tell me,with such certainty,
Still his words ring loud and clear
in my inner ears.

On my  way, in carnivals,I encountered,
thieves garden manicured, where
robbers and plunderers celebrated
victory nights with their ticklish girls.
I spent two days in guilty pleasures
and moved forwards my destination.
near and dear I had so much ,was proud
about them; imbibed the wisdom that held
the light ,closer to my spirit from all.

                               I heard the wild cheering,
when I did things right as expected,
as I crossed the temperate deciduous forest,
the lion tailed macaque,stared at me and said
"There a little further you 'd see prowling tigers,
alone you are, be on your guard".Astonished
as I looked around, I saw none but me,alone!

Climbing the steep rock in the middle of
the herbal mountain,I find the sanctuary
of the ancient sage,which the Chinese traveler
Xuanzang1 sought fighting odds,walking all along.
here is the light,I 'd realize my truth in this abode.
Xuanzang--CE(602-664)was a Chinese Buddhist monk,scholar, traveler,translator,who traveled   to India
and spent time doing study and meditation at mount "Agastya koodam" (Pothikai)in Kerala, South India,believed to be  the  abode of Avalokiteswara.(compassionate and merciful Bodhisattva)
Apr 2017 · 1.2k
Altered reality
K Balachandran Apr 2017
lightening doodles
night and city lights dissolve,
more or less than than real?
Apr 2017 · 691
Bridal splendor
K Balachandran Apr 2017
bedecked in night lights
this nubile city beams pleased
darkness, her other.
Apr 2017 · 1.9k
Our mutual immersion
K Balachandran Apr 2017
You are cyclic like
the change of seasons
in your reinvention;
robust is your passion,
a mountain brook
that embraces hills
plains, fields and ravines
without any restriction.

Instantly you would imbibe
any message, air, wind or water
sends through flashes of intimations,
nature's child you are, a woman
in sync with the moon in your veins
and the sun that seeks you from my *****.

I only follow the music your heart strings play
that in my psyche resonates, every moment,
it makes easy navigation in this planet my right.

You and I  move through the waves rowing
shoulder to shoulder, singing spiritedly barcaroles.
The feminine in me is under your tender care,
I let my masculine self be in communion with yours,
all merging in harmoniously, resulting in  only ONE.
To the Half man-half woman  in you, with love..
Apr 2017 · 1.3k
from my balcony
K Balachandran Apr 2017
this flowered grove looks,
a grand bouquet from above
storks, quiet , dozing
Apr 2017 · 1.6k
The wheel chair
K Balachandran Apr 2017
1.This wheelchair never was a River,
even when powered, it did splutter
yes, it's equivalent in movements,
listening silently it always sits out,
away from the flow to the ecstatic sea.
A wheel chair is a caricature of loneliness.

2.Ever tried to see it for what it really is?
"We don't remember, doesn't catches the eye"
Not like a chair of any other kind easily does,
A chair regal looks up, straight at the face
in the manner it demands what it wants,
"Let me tell you this, listen or leave"

3.A wheel chair keeps on looking at it's
arrested feet apologetically and sighs,
if you have an inner ear sensitive, hear this,
I am not even a chair, an apology
for movement,spoken in a voice stiffed.
It speaks incessantly, in a voice within itself,
wordless to a world, that has closed it's doors.

4.A wheelchair easily forgets things as
it can't keep bitterness alive always.
who cares to speak a few words to a wheelchair?
all it is to be done is push it in silence through aisles .
from a destination of pain to any other, slightly higher.
Stairs of every kind, for a wheelchair is a foreign land.

5.Yet in impeded wheelchairs moves many a dream,
broken before their time or crusted with force.
Or remains of a day, too long and  busily spent.
On every wheelchair a heart adamantly beats,
"I would, I would" it beats with a rare grit.
Dedicated to all differently abled people whose dream each one of us has to help fulfill..
Apr 2017 · 911
Limbo-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Lone crane fly crying,
chasing mates went awry,
from despair swinging.
Apr 2017 · 2.1k
Ceremonial arrival-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
On spread palm fronds, wind
trumpets monsoon's onset loud,
await fireworks soon!
Apr 2017 · 2.1k
Sun in erotic fervor-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
****** summer
sun has his way with the hills
that look drained, panting.
Apr 2017 · 1.6k
To bee or not to bee-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
bee pecks on bloom's lips
acting coy, she turns away,
slyly eyes him once.
Apr 2017 · 915
Kafkaesque times-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Kafka was in town,
in disguise he went around
was terribly pleased!
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Breeze shuffles leaves,
returns to caress the fruits missed,
soft tete-a-tete
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
Midnight Euphony
K Balachandran Apr 2017
The midnight bell tolls,
A barn owl accounts with hoots
Night's mix of music
Apr 2017 · 681
Bleeding tears
K Balachandran Apr 2017
A gleaming tear drop
Quivering on her wet eye
Broken heart's white lie.
Apr 2017 · 1.2k
Cosmic drama-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
A lawless comet,
Galaxies curiously watch,
Cosmic boom alarms!
Apr 2017 · 1.0k
contradiction-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Virginal white dress,
Her colorblind obsession
Breeds jealous colors.
Apr 2017 · 644
Nature's prompt-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Wind smells lavender,
Spring day turns  her rumbustious
Love now breaks all rules.
Apr 2017 · 4.1k
Water day Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Last drop of water,
Quivers"Sorry"at the faucet,
It's my turn to fret.
Apr 2017 · 13.8k
Fiery amour-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
He was lake placid
Her shadow fell on water,
The lake is ablaze.
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Lonesome evening star,
Above millions of neon sparks,
Illusions in time.
Apr 2017 · 7.6k
A hug for peace-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
She stops, asks a hug,
Our tender hug was pictured,
A scented moment.
At the Mahatma Gandhi Road, Bangalore, the other day
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
On the sky line-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
A construction crane,
Kisses skyscraper maiden
Red faced sun on edge.
Apr 2017 · 1.2k
Scent of life--Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
A fragrance distinct,
The scent of new rain on earth,
jubilant nature
Apr 2017 · 934
Avenue Music-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Rows of trees burst out,
Symphonies of violet.
High notes of fragrance.
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Butter hued flowers,
From tip to toe, the tree sighs;
Burden of beauty.
K Balachandran Apr 2017
An eager honeybee,
hovers over a book of poetry.
Ah! sweet subtlety.
Apr 2017 · 1.0k
Lonely night haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Enigmatic night,
Weary satellite's SOS light,
Mysteries at dark.
Apr 2017 · 1.2k
In a dream forever together
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Under the enigmatically colored sky, I did wait,
in the place where you were  expected
days, nights, weeks and months passed by,
years added their handiwork on my body,
but my spirit, refused to fail, kept awake

I traveled through the freeways of the sky,
learning the art of flight, all by myself,
asked the birds repeatedly about you
except the time they sang how you inspire
but they remained mute to my questions
                                      "Fly towards east
where light is" I heard a wise one say
I found light at the dawn and struggled
to keep it alive at night, only thinking
about you,I needed the heat to survive.

In the blue watery depth of the sea,
I dived, heard the music of silence.
It was your paens silence kept on singing,
Through the fertile planes i walked,
saw the corn speak of plenty.
you bestow on us, the peace it brings.
I wandered through the mountains and hills,
the grass was green and flowers on the vines,
had fragrance that reminded me your presence,
ripened fruits hanging on trees spoke
on the sweet love we shared.
Though you were away from me
and i wandered with a heart full of questions.

A song bird on the tree of wish sang,
it was all about your love for me, I was amazed,
my weary head paused and felt peace at last,
I fell in love as the hands of mountain wind caressed.
In my dream you came and sat near.
I was transformed, did I wake up from that ecstasy
or am I still asleep,I and  you are no different.
K Balachandran Mar 2017
Eschewing that second thought,
let me tell you what I truly sought
come, lock me up in your heart
you, I've no doubt  is a true despot

I don't hold back, life is way too short
can't heckle and haggle like an idiot
on the planes, see  profligacy of robust water
hills are in the reign of wild sun and winds

Here ends the vast fields of ripened  rice,
where prowl crooked foxes eyeing hens,
on the foot hills furious bisons flare nostrils,
as you climb,eager leopard smells blood.

Love is the  fragrance  that outlives the flower,
my trek to the mystic mountain continues where
**** and shroom grow tangled  everywhere
the trek to the love hill, to strike  gold,is in progress,
K Balachandran Mar 2017
Ripe, golden rice,
Endlessly billowing in wind,
Wafting fresh scent.
K Balachandran Mar 2017
A funky, spirited patch work kite,
acting heroic like a resolute knight,
on an adventure to prove it's might,
across the tallest sky scrapper flew past.

The edifice, the true epitome of pride
of the city center,was clearly aghast!
thought itself as a marvel without rivals,
never would concede defeat even to clouds,
dismissing them flippent,not permanent,
was crest fallen,and dull, at once,  weighed down
quite a bit, then the panic button was switched on.
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