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1.0k · Feb 2017
The rain tune stands alone
K Balachandran Feb 2017
To comfort me the rain hums a tune
as if she could sense I was feeling down
I get buoyant by the soothing tone,
pick up the strands that once were broken

Drenched woods after the rain has gone,
with the wind,repeat it, but sounds like a moan,
it takes  much subtlety, to empathize, I learn
to evoke sublime feelings that touch and lift the soul.
K Balachandran Nov 2013
Wild profusion of mad red 'flame of the forest' flowers,
a roaring fire they create, which the sun stokes further
a white stork, tired after a lonely flight, crossing  long distances
dive in to that pyre; unawares or fulfilling a suicidal desire?
K Balachandran Oct 2012
Acrobatics of mating bats,
gaping hopelessness,
of half eaten fruits,
restlessness of chirping
birds of different feathers,
ants; red, black, brown
countless of them
in a state of perpetual motion,
apparently for no reason,
up and down, and
on to the branches, leaves;
squirrels, like ringing bells
complaining about
the dominance of the birds-
occupying the branches,
a golden serpent, slithering
through the scaly dark  trunk
to steal eggs kept hidden
in the motherly warmth of nests,
huge green cover of leaves,
thinking itself as an umbrella,
shielding, the sky's eyes
and rain's intrusive wishes,

*but
the tree,
a universe, where
desires, wishes and frustrations
act out  their own plays,
is oblivious
of everything,
and meditates
on the sun.
K Balachandran Dec 2014
"Look at me sweet light, come make my inner eyes yours
light me up, I am the universe, spanning light years across
galaxies of desire and the renunciation at altissimo, the peak
disentangle the  strands, liberate, to my abode let me  go back
How long I've been sitting in meditative wait, for your caresses
for that divine  touch that'd trigger ecstasy in multiples"



My journey is recorded in shades
of light and darkness, it's essence
returns to the flow eternal, dissolves.

I am the remembrance of nights
colored by sad, pale, soft  moon light
that keeps watch to million secrets
preserved in double helix, passed over as
codes that keep on telling stories from
time immemorial,still kept safe within,
which is my zen 'kon' to contemplate
and erupt in enlightenment, my right.

I am melancholy light, driven away
when sea blue drinks sun at last, liquefied,
every tree top then one'd find covered
with fire flies that play an orchestra,
in an ascending wave, touching
the acme,then  comes down rolling and dies.

We lived in a land of unimagined beauty
only a bit of it our conscious mind receives
that anointed us all it has, rain and wind
fog, ice and sleet,the warmth of summer,
remember the way winter made us tenderly
shiver together, as if we are explorers of a
world,we created and dissolve as we return.
Let's try to summerize the adventure we are in
K Balachandran Apr 2013
The brightest night
in my life was there in your eyes,
I remember nothing else,
blissful oblivion, noisy surrender.
K Balachandran May 2015
Aum..Omm
the wind booms,
the holy chant
kept awakened
my inner power grid.

The invisible fingers of wind
play sensually
on the salacious forms
sand readily assumes.

Inside the pyramid
I built brick by brick
with my love for you,
hope and anticipation,
silence stood frozen;
ages rained over it.

I was oblivious of
anything other than love,
kept waiting for you there
in my anthill beyond time.

time immesurable passed
like waves after waves
beating on the sandy shores,
numbers are just the creation
of mind's illusions like time and space,
but love I believed would fight back
the vagaries of human transience.

and at last I see
a turtle swim above white form
of an imagined ocean, my love
I see you swimming along
a mysterious apparition.
the moment has come
to redeem me from this bind.

It's like coming up from
the depth of blue waters
escaping a death by drowning.
Seeing your smile  was like
an assurance for a place in the sun, all over again
but I stood stunned as you walked past in silence.

And when I chased, you dissolved like a mirage,
the shadow alone was left on the sands, a coiled serpent skin!

after a trek that felt like a lifetime, I found you again,
there , at my favorite oasis; but it wasn't you
I knew from the first sight.  
                                               On my lips you kissed
one last time, for the sake of love that kept us wait in vein
in words dripping pain you whispered in to my ears:
"This  isn't real my love, you are day dreaming,
forget me the flower bloomed in mirage, go back to depth,
stop vainly flitting in transience, only one way we can unite
eternity waits for us , it's not this shadow of love, but real"
K Balachandran Sep 2012
The panther is in love with me, I can tell,
her eyes gleam, whenever I am near,
Her problem was this,"Are you an animal?"
"truly my love" I said, "I only wear a man's dress"
cougar, puma, leopard, black panther...you can imagine all these and more..
1.0k · Apr 2013
For them sin is fun
K Balachandran Apr 2013
They found sin,
an alluring fruit,
in the forest of the collective night
of their callous hearts.
They avariciously ate it,
though digesting its toxicity wasn't possible.
Its seeds were enthusiastically distributed,
among other creatures of the dark.
Planting seeds of sin,
they thought was good fun,
their technique of brainwashing
was perfect, a lethal gleaming weapon.
The fruits it bore were
what none expected,
explosions shaking public places,
an efflorescence of gun culture,
bane of our times and for all the days to come.
The genie refuses to go back to the bottle,
once again, though few still try.
The lovers of sin bragged ,
about biting the bullet,
if it comes to that,
won't run.
Short sighted,
chafed were their words and deeds,
at last when reality came to visit,
each one bit the dust.
K Balachandran May 2012
Can't blame Munch,
for making agony so much  euphoric
with 'the scream' ;
*with appropriate excuse, dejection too would taste good!
The pastel version(there are four in all) of Edvard Munches celebrated composition "The Scream" sold at Sotheby's auction last week in NewYork for $120 million. This Norwegian artist's depiction of human agony creates such euphoria, that the price spirals up..up every time it is auctioned..
K Balachandran Jul 2015
Stillness of night reigns,
pale full moon conveys
something subtly ambiguous
to each one looking at her
from their respective stand points,
the most painful feelings
echo in the heart of the lover
alone in this jungle hideout
on a blind pursuit of
another kind of happiness
he can't forgo, even if he wishes.
Now the stillness is broken glass
roar of a big cat out in the wild
hunting the best of preys well fed,
an ecstatic mating call,
of an amorous parakeet,fallows,
In the rule of the jungle,
pain and pleasure co exist
any moment, like darkness and light,
the wheel moves on, interminably for ever.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
At Gare du Nord, I was all at sea,
An anglophone drop, in a French sea, oui,
"Je parle anglais" was the last straw to hold on,
*How would I navigate to place  D'italie?
From Gare du Nord, railway station, Paris, to PlaceD'italie, my destination,with only the phrase "I know English"(meaning 'Sorry no French") to communicate and seek  help, it was really  an expedition proving  the effectiveness of sign language!
K Balachandran Nov 2014
Intense moments of passion made her uncontrollably weep.
But each drop of tear, rolling down her cheeks tasted so sweet.
Astonished, she looked at him and found him knowingly smile.
Yet another miracle of love, least expected, she was overwhelmed!
K Balachandran Nov 2012
Under the open sky's benevolent eyes,
when everyone in the caravan
was in deep slumber,
                                   his  lonely heart was on fire,
when he felt, someone touching his forehead.
The past he could tell, was catching up with him,
a venerable monk,  a divine presence
with his white, long flowing beard
stood leaning on his long, strong, staff
peering at his face, those eyes, the light of grace,
"Make peace with your past,
make the bats hanging upside down, vanish,
with deep repentance, cleanse your turgid soul,
its in your hands, then see what happens"
rang the Guru's words in his ears.

He rocked all his dark loves to sleep and bid
good bye for ever to his weeping wounds,
Eyes raised skywards, he sought forgiveness
to everyone he did wrong, in silence.
He heard the guru's words repeatedly booming in the wind
"Repent, it would absolve you for ever"
He meditated, till his cloak from black to white transformed.

At the day break, he woke up to a new life,
the ground, was deserted, silence reigned, expectently
No trace of any caravan, did they vanish in to thin air?
The rhythmic pounding of the staff, of the monk,
was it just an illusion of mind, a visitor
at moments of darkness and doubt, bringing light?

To some questions, we don't really expect answers,
the very questions are the answers we look for.

The valley was full of flowers,  and sky
was crowded with robust white clouds, portentous!

**As he was walking down the rocky path,
a woman looked at his face and asked:
"Monk, where did you come from?
aren't you the one they told, would come, no doubt!"
He smiled.Understood.
1.0k · Aug 2012
Astounding magnetic property
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Isn't she such a magnet irresistible?
does she feel that too, each of us attract the other?*
which divine hand intervenes to vaporize,
ego, anger and greed, that blinds?
K Balachandran Jan 2012
lovely weeds, what abundance!
asking to fall in love.
with a smile, i curiously glance.
careful not to get floored.
1.0k · Sep 2014
A journey towards Noumenon*
K Balachandran Sep 2014
Our destination we knew beforehand

we did set sail to distant galaxies, that create

rainbows out of light years and star dust.

We forgot the meaning of the word 'return'

never imagined a coming back, ever

the journey of no return  every moment,was
rich

only we were there,needless to think

about the beginning or any one other than

us

we didn't bother about the moment of culmination,

the phenomenal world, after all is not ours
*Noumenon--An object or event discerned without the help of senses.
1.0k · Nov 2012
The face of truth
K Balachandran Nov 2012
The morning, milky white,
was dripping from sky to earth,
like desert sands, it extends
beyond my mind.
White flows like benediction
of the cosmos, I tell myself,
is it real or the illusion mind creates?
I swim to the depths,
an emerald cave, so familiar
in many lives, comes to sight,
I take the sword kept there
from its sheath, and dive up
cut the chain of illusion with it.
The white blood of silence
gush and spread everywhere,
I gaze at  the face of truth
hidden by golden leaves*
till the moment before.
*"Leaves of gold cover the face of truth. Please remove Oh! ultimate, for me to see the truth of Dharma"
(15th mantra of Ishavasya Upanishad)
1.0k · Apr 2017
contradiction-Haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Virginal white dress,
Her colorblind obsession
Breeds jealous colors.
1.0k · Nov 2015
Fall and resurrection
K Balachandran Nov 2015
Stunning autumn clouds!

Compassion colors heaped leaves.

Hark! Buddha's footsteps!
Inwards journey prompted by nature
1.0k · Oct 2018
Her eyes,stolen stars!
K Balachandran Oct 2018
She stole from the sky,
I made her eyes fixed on mine!
One celestial fling.
1.0k · Dec 2016
Black and white-Haiku
K Balachandran Dec 2016
In the paddy field,
I hear a lonely crane cry;
could be ecstasy?
K Balachandran Jul 2013
Deep in the beehive of my brain,
an invisible queen bee* lives and rules.
Just a drop of honey from her honeycomb,
can bring the salvation I yen for all along.
*Pineal gland also known as "the third eye" is a small(5-8mm, the size ofa grain of  rice)endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain, to which is attributed  mystical awakening or enlightenment,clairvoyant perception and higher state of consciousness.
K Balachandran Jan 2012
Like those green hills
in an undaunted meditative silence
in front of the house
i was brought up

               my secrets are pretty open,

i am still a gun with full of bullets
if i spill the beans
i'll be compromised, some one pointed out
so what?

yes, i did fornicate a bit
most unforgettable one
was with an intellectual type
under the 'wisdom tree'
highlighted as a tourist attraction
in the municipal park,
on a full moon day,
that was a condition she put,
i found  no problem to agree.

this was the time when we were wild
smoked joints, did theater,
and went about aimlessly
but read a lot, as if our lives
would come to a grinding
halt the very next day;
so we had to finish all that.
it was as if we are mad.

Oh! not to forget the Ashram
over looking a lake
where one learned few things
on life and other matters of interest,
how can i forget the fiery  poet,
who got there to get
enlightened if possible in a week
we slept and created a lovely scandal
(you should forgive me for all that,
quite coincidental, not at all intentional)
noted in my diary thus--
'poets are no less hot than other mortals'

Once in drunken stupor
i went to swim in the lake across the Ashram
with full of crocodiles that relished
eating people's limbs
not all, but one at a time,
the girl who found me floating
inviting attention of crocs
dragged me  out, took me to her room
in the Ashram, and at that night
she said:"how romantic!
let's go to bed together
your punch drunk meat
would have been eaten
by crocs by now..so celebrate"
she was so much better than crocodiles
in heat, left me in a state of dazzle
Yes now it can be told; one of my secrets is this
I believe in eclectic wisdom,
as ephemeral life has  
wisdom alone offers salvation.

i have no great secrets,
no Swiss bank accounts,
affairs with  enchanting courtesans
in any Maharaja's court.
The last and only Maharaja i met face to face
had retired long back
and during my interview with him
addressed me "Sir"
how could one tell a Maharaja
though he is a paper tiger that
one is averse to colonial manners!

                                        About certain secrets to be unearthed:
                                         I will recount this in a later date.
1.0k · Dec 2012
The conundrum called time.
K Balachandran Dec 2012
Both hands of clocks,
on each passing hour,
clap childishly,
at the hour precise,
thinking, enigmatic time
was caught,
and arrested for ever,
at long last.
                    But  in every chime
we really hear, the gleeful laughter
of elusive time.
K Balachandran Apr 2016
Every butterfly, knows this in it's inner being
and yet each forgets it, as soon as it starts flying,
the sweet warmth of each flower inviting him,
honey and  nectar abundant in the beginning,
the wind speed  that takes him to the bloom--
such happy things ,soon will become  a dream.
Never forget; the tides will turn.
1.0k · May 2016
Paradox {Haiku}
K Balachandran May 2016
A scowling scare crow,
Weather beaten one, bleached clean.
Stoops down as if it's scared.
K Balachandran Dec 2011
The
*****
is mightier
than the sword;
if one knows how to
creatively use.
Try hard,
lunging forward
make your deep marks,
though short lived.
(the similarity
to  sword
ends here,
thank god,
no blood shed,
war cries of
a different kind
would be heard
but soon die  down
more over ,
these guttural and nasal sounds
express the depth of subconscious.
all will be quiet soon.
the curtain falls,
  to the accompaniment of rhythmic snores
till cupid recuperates.
1.0k · Apr 2019
Inner voyage
K Balachandran Apr 2019
mind is a wound scroll,
unwinding won't reveal it;
inward journey could!
1.0k · Apr 2014
Silence(5x5)
K Balachandran Apr 2014
Butterfly finds
immortality
a nuisance

Distant star
cries out light

Wizard of words
drinks silence

Confidence is
the God of silence

Sun never craves
for encore
K Balachandran Aug 2016
pink pepper berries,
invite to pluck and partake;
at one's peril of course.
Ripe pink peppercorn in very inviting... you'll see it's real color if you try to eat a few berries..
1.0k · Jan 2019
Inward
K Balachandran Jan 2019
Inwards turns my gaze,
From solitary sun deck;
Find eternal light!
1.0k · Mar 2019
A forest on wings
K Balachandran Mar 2019
from a dry split pod,
a lot of winged seeds explode;
a future forest
K Balachandran Jul 2013
Creating a moon, pale, soft and melancholy
with words, bleeding wounds, trembling with pain,
putting it up above the dark clouds, on a lonely sky
and make it reflect in water, turbulent and agitating,
so that you would see my anguished soul in flames,
wasn't easy, it took long sleepless nights and wasted days.
Did you understand this; then what did I get?

Am I a wanderer as they made out, or the opposite, a lonely seeker?
Wasn't I trying to look at life, putting aside all pretensions,
being simple and becoming aware as one,
who has no control over anything, that happens in life
except, knowing myself, to be in touch with things
hidden from us all through the walk,
**over the cantilever bridge we walk on
jutting in to the sea, with only the other end fixed,
as we walk forward to a gap opening to the waves
that roll below, I look above at the galaxies and smile,
I realize, the purpose of this run is to swim,
across the cosmic ocean,  to be one with the limitless.
K Balachandran Jul 2012
"Quiet river,
are you aware,
of an inaudible-
murmur,
like a chant incessant?"

"It's in the nether depths
of the consciousness,
the undying quest
of the inner being,
to discern
where this
swift current takes"

"Intense
invisible current,
the life force of all movements,
what inspires you to swiftly pass?"

**"A relentless quest,
in the core of consciousness,
to embrace eternity,
awaiting
in the blue ocean bed."
1.0k · Aug 2017
erotic arrest
K Balachandran Aug 2017
middle parted hair,
eyes go down to her naval
arrested at cleavage
K Balachandran Oct 2012
As the  mountain wind blows
with an ominous boom,
the mandarin ducks
in migration quack, aloud-
and spread gloom,
the water once I swam
had a stench that kills lilies inch by inch,
I feel a pall of gloom
spreads around, a numbing grey shroud.

I wait here alone, at the end of my tether,
my heart being eaten by moths with long fangs,
soft voices die, acrimony reigns,
things need to be done, can't wait any more,
please listen, my heart's only hope.
I can't share the pains with none, but you,
I waited , staring at the path's end,
harsh light made my eyes sore, tearful.

I feel, now the dark alone will take over my soul.
I  listened, the bell ringing at your end,
but you didn't  pick up the phone,
did you in thin air vanish altogether?
you don't understand, but time
runs out, like a  sudden dam burst,
*the world we believed in, is crumbling, with a sound,
this deluge will pull everything, down
Please do something. This is the last call.
1.0k · Nov 2018
Erotic night wave
K Balachandran Nov 2018
Moon’s suggestive gleam,
Night taut with ****** tics;
Nature’s alert peaks!
K Balachandran Oct 2012
That marauding meteorite,
                                                   too­k away my heart.
As Ammukutty points out no hope that she would come back anytime soon!
K Balachandran May 2013
Blue peafowl, your hundred amazing eyes, lured me for ever,
your love has a magnificence, I've never experienced before,
tender yet ardent, you ecstatically coo aloud, when we touch the apex,
legs firmly on earth, you dance  with your crowned head touching clouds.
1.0k · Mar 2014
The Kiss (4&20)
K Balachandran Mar 2014
Flower, passion filled lover,
remember ever, the very first moment
we forgot our separate existences
became one, melting in a fragrance.
K Balachandran Apr 2016
I talk to the water and the spring, it's deeper source,
without words, it heals me, I receive the benediction,
to clouds and seething sea waves too,I, my eyes speak
transcending mind, I reach out to the gentle forces of nature
send my thoughts to plants and animals, they are very kind.

"Would you keep quiet for a while?"
I hear my request to myself as if I am somebody
different, from what I wish to be.I am astonished
at myself, it's the ability to commune with silence.
I go back to the mind of nature wordless, in meditation
hope that I would be the one I wish, the elders
have told us all that is to be done.Needs to be just the link.

I want to stop my babbling that makes
words lose their, inherent potency
I get this nagging question, repeatedly
do I respect the word, utmost
and be in it's ring of friends and lovers?
the fewer you use words
I feel the word will desire you more
But how do I forge the emotional bond
with each word I woo and make my own?
I seek the answer in 'Aum"

I invoke a word to come out of the beehive
of my buzzing brain, a cosmos,where they
compete with each other to fly out to forests far
in search of flowers secreting honey, dense  with pollen.

I hear the drone of the word, on it's journey
to distant gardens.I acknowledge it's clarity of intentions
purity of singular thought which fills heart with sweetness
the bee, is a 'brahmachari' single minded 'yogi'
after the ultimate meaning;I, wish to  let the word be and with it
Brahmachari-one who takes the path of learning to realize supreme
reality, "brahman"
1.0k · Mar 2013
beware of the other woman
K Balachandran Mar 2013
He owes his success to a woman,
his wife, sagacious, sweet.
For all his failures
blame his concubine, who else?
Behind every successful man, there is a woman, it is said.So the poor other woman has her share!
1.0k · Sep 2018
Rain soaked Muddied lives
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Layers of mud and dirt,
Fill homes water commandeered;
Human lives eclipsed!
K Balachandran Dec 2011
lilies bloomed  in the pond
expectant of the moment,
moon comes for nightly bath;
feel cheated when it is over.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
I am naked, from the soul down
a traveler without a ticket,
to the luminance beyond the galaxies.
I beget love,
seek beauty beyond limits, sing.
let me kiss your heart,
because, i see it responds,
to me in eloquent silence.
*let me be a bard, with magic wings
to reach you, and nestle in your serene heart.
kiss my soul with your words, once
make me immortal.
When you leave this dream for the next, what would you take with you?  Think
1.0k · Apr 2012
Tarantula's lover
K Balachandran Apr 2012
Tarantula, my dark forgetfulness,
your love is poisonous, they warned,
didn't heed, took the less traveled road-
your ilk prefer; your desire is my need.
1.0k · Apr 2017
Lonely night haiku
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Enigmatic night,
Weary satellite's SOS light,
Mysteries at dark.
K Balachandran Nov 2014
A vision, in a flash told him about her ultimate mission,
that's the best of gifts, for anyone that walks on this planet.
When you are here, only for a short while, find out the one thing
some one special wants to fulfill, then, help accomplish it,all out.

No need even to ask what makes the passion to them, so intense,
see the sense of purpose, the grace; swiftly they move towards the goal,
every being roaming here, has a mission kept coded at the core,
as for her, she is the " ambassador of love" from the cosmic  effulgence.
K Balachandran Aug 2013
Draw a clear line,
definite demarcation of reality and illusion,
he was given the brief straight and simple,
by the impatient project chief, no ambiguity to it,
just a matter of sorting it out, what is real, what isn't
when far enough in to it, he found it humbling,
everything real begins from  nebulous, returns to it,
real and illusive, are in a dance of interchange, exhilarating,
the cheer spreads as cosmic glow beyond destruction and creation
universe, a kaleidoscopic percept seemed a conjure of cosmic imagination.
Is it better to be a metaphysicist than a physicist, though the former's life is penurious
and the latter is plagued  by the problem of plenty,
in the matter of grants and hence, the  issues of proper accounting..
With more and more grants flowing like water, are we anywhere near the truth ultimate?
K Balachandran Mar 2014
Lucky to be here
in this ringside seat;
incredible dramas get enacted
on the stage of my mind.*
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