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K Balachandran Aug 2018
Net fish from doorstep,
In deluged water world;
Beat rain’s curse this once!
K Balachandran May 2013
Hear a hiss?
***** up
both ears
don't miss
the difference.
(lurking serpent
or the breeze?)
Remmember "Rajju Sarpa bhranti"(The illusion of rope and serpent)
In dim light things cannot be seen clearly(ignorance or Maya) a piece of rope(Rajju)can be mistaken to be a snake(Sarpa) and one can get all emotions, fear anxiety etc, associated with snake.The pangs of sorrow or excitement of happiness associated with worldly things are because of ignorance.Delusions disappear when one embraces wisdom.
K Balachandran Mar 2015
up to the end of the long, dark tunnel she walked up,
a thought occurred for a second"None waits for me here"
and she walks back; a dark apparition waiting her arrival
gets wild and tries to chase her, but by now, she found
the light was on the other end of the tunnel, from where
she started, "Which was that sweet voice that spoke within me?"
embracing the light she nearly missed, now she wonders!
K Balachandran Feb 2015
Monsters without form roam menacingly
in her mind's dark night;
the light of her magical lamp, on them falls
transforms one by one to poetic delight.
K Balachandran Feb 2012
dear doe, so demure,
how do you acquire,
such demonic verve,
in our battle of amor.
K Balachandran Feb 2014
On a blessed morn, a sunbeam kissed me on my forehead,
and at that immortal second, exchanged with me
the secret of the knitted design of the whole universe,
an orchestra of million pieces, that plays for ever
but how can I express it to another unless that  heart is resonant?

I am one among that tribe spread out, to far corners,
that would rather receive riches in our souls,
your voice like songbird's fly high, the music wakes up the valley,
I desire to touch your voice with my fingers, like I hold you
around your waist, we swirl, wind carries the cloud, tenderly
I yearn to lick the honey oozing from your voice
and wing to a Nirvana high, as the narcotic  dissolves
in my saliva slowly, then spread in my blood, beyond body limits.

You are a swirl of fragrance, a high note, touching the zenith of eternity,
I wanted to be the base note to keep you anchored, in here and now
my ethereal flame will embrace your light, together we'll
take flight, light our path and be limitless.
K Balachandran Mar 2015
meteorites in fire display, create an ingenious word craft
***** sky  frenziedly reads the amorous request, shudders,
swift, transparent cloud, embraces the lonesome gloomy moon,
she is falling in to pieces, desire drives a knife of pain through her heart.
K Balachandran Jan 2012
desire is quicksand;
stand on ground,
don't loose bearing.
K Balachandran Nov 2011
Shy white cloud
                inches forward,
                                        crescent moon
                                                            ­   is all alone.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
lonely jungle path,
birds on high trees sound alarmed;
foot falls of darkness!
K Balachandran Aug 2017
gossamer thin net
of her enticement she casts,
at willing captive.
K Balachandran Feb 2012
"beware of carbon foot prints"
scientists loudly threaten;
Gandhi in contrast only gently suggested,
*"simple living assures lasting happiness"
K Balachandran Jun 2012
When i smiled,
did you see the tear drop-
in a corner of my eye?
*it glistened, none saw it.
He said good bye with a teardrop hidden in a corner of his eye.They never met again.
K Balachandran Dec 2011
don't eat
         a dead word
         (even if
         it is yours)
K Balachandran Jan 2015
The rarest orchid bloomed in my garden, to you I cheerily gifted,
it's fragrance you heartily inhaled, making me smile,at my poetic best
a rose, deep red, a representation of your heart,I suppose, you presented,
but, did you pause,see how was I transformed, when I deeply kissed it?
How expressions of love often misses the mark,due to subtle differences,
even when two people are passionately in love....
K Balachandran Oct 2012
Consumed by a primitive hunger, they made passionate love,
in a lovely wooded stretch, away from their verdant village,
the girl, in the throes of a newly known pleasure,
felt something round, just below earth,
touching her moving hip; it turned out to be a dinosaur egg!
a witness beyond time for the ardency of Tamil lovers
Just imagine 65 million year old dinosaur eggs, obstructing the spirited love making of two young lovers, of present day ,who sneaked out of their Tamil village to a secluded wooded area, which  was selected  earlier by, dinosaur mothers to safely hatch their eggs!No wild imagination, this. Indian geologists found(October 2009) spherical eggs of dinosaurs in clusters of eight, in a village in Ariyallur ,Tamil Nadu, India.
Yes, Tamil lovers are immortalized by nearly 2000 year old, collection"Sanghom poetry", which bears ample testimony to their arder.(google " Tamil Sanghom literature" and 'dinosaur eggs found  in Tamil Nadu")
K Balachandran Feb 2015
You message me in tired morse code,
Now a sort of quaint, ancient art.
I certainly love the pattern of sounds,
But lost the translation key forever.
K Balachandran Nov 2012
We merged in a ferocious kiss,
that happened without any design,
your lips tasted like wine, you felt-
mine the same; wasn't it divine!

then, how did that sea change, happen?
*your love tasted brine so soon,
blood in my veins turned poison.
How soon, the fortunes of  a love life turns about, in this mad mad world!
K Balachandran Mar 2018
a broad spinach patch,
in a sea of red, green drop!
silence contemplates.
K Balachandran Nov 2011
seduced by
light verse,
can I woo
poetry the chaste?
K Balachandran Jan 2012
never **** or hold back,
that light in your eyes,
its zest for life, alive
let it lead you forward.
K Balachandran Nov 2011
Winter
is a
**** good painter,
a monochromatic realist;
vast extent  of white dominating
her canvas of life,
creates a stark symbolism--

Black or white,
what difference does it make
when everything you love
plunge in to
sub zero temperature?
K Balachandran Jan 2012
Why sound like blaming Parkinson,
for the degenerative disorder?
the good English doctor
only helped identifying the disease!
K Balachandran Jan 2014
Super star, be prepared for a resounding fall
when the limit of  your stardom, time decides
unless you aren't aware the golden truth
"All flesh is grass"; any star is reduced to dust
in a day to come sooner or later, there is a time-
for everything, to call it quits and feel rightly contented.
"All flesh is grass"-Much quoted phrase from Old Testament(Book of Isaiah)
K Balachandran Feb 2013
Many things enchanting
convey no meaning,
even if you think-
there indeed is something.
Isn't it bit frustrating?

Life springs surprises on us
this is how it is:
strangers, meet at some point,
find love, and become sweethearts.
Isn't it wonderful?
Then, you sometimes wonder
why, the opposite also should happen,
without any rhyme or reason?

It's such a pain, death of love,
doubt, difficult times of strife,
we loose all we gain,
you have enough time, consider this:
precious genes get eroded and be gone.
A river.You watch with a fervor
not easy to express.The flow
makes one exhilarated beyond words.
And then comes summer.Drought
The flow now, is a story told in the past.
Water now becomes scarce.Trickle
The story drastically changes.

We've been in love, I remember,
even the thought, gets me rejuvenated.
Dead trees become active,
new sprouts appear, sap flows with vigor,
leaves regain the lovely green smile.

This too happen as a rule,
tired leaves turn brown,
slowly they let go and fall down,
become one with the earth.
Transform in to nutrients
in a chemical change.
K Balachandran Jul 2012
Black widow too
can have  her eye on wild pleasures.
Nature, allows her, to have her way-
like others;  beware!
K Balachandran Mar 2013
When our eyes met first,
spring, my comely maiden
was coy, wouldn't raise her eyes,
to look at my face, i melted
in the caresses of her tender love

Look at her, adorned every inch,
of her supple body with new leaves,
gold hue of yellow flower  bunches,
that dazzle me , a captive of cuddly winter
for long and make me swoon with love for her.

When wind, her messenger met me with promises,
I was thrilled, my eyes longed to see her face.
She has taken me to a world,
very peaceful and joyous,
she made the birds sing for me,
from the low branches of trees,
dabbed color softly here and there,
new leaves tell me stories I never heard.

Taking her hand, I walk through the paths
that look new after hiding so long in ice.
Don't leave me spring my beloved,
I dream you every night
amorous dreams you induced.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Guilt with one sharpened tip,
goes around killing all easy targets;*
Confront it, **** quickly with inner light,
Tell every demon, "I am different"
K Balachandran Jan 2012
the night
had many eyes,
and spoke
in sounds that
a kid would be
interested.

the boy was
fascinated
by the secrets
of night.
but they told:
"don't keep awake
or look through
the window glass
you would hear
frightening voices,
and  animal sounds
of many kind.
                        ghosts,
                        wan­der
                       at night.
so, sleep
safe under bed sheets
but night
the enticing witch,
with long dark hair
that cover pretty much everything,
came near the window
and asked
"why don't you
open  the window
and see my garden
full of magical flowers"

the stars were happy
to see the child's face
they smiled,
night
looked happy in this turn,
they spoke in a tongue
understood by one another.

the boy was happy that he has nailed the lie.

"they said, you aren't nice,
eat kids,
i don't believe that now.
they don't know a thing
i love night sounds;
so soothing
like mother's heart beat"

the kid loved to
sleep near mother
listening to the beats
of her heart.
but  they said,
it was bad, he has to sleep
alone, even if he wets bed.

Then
he heard the ghosts speak
in gobbledygook
that  made him
uneasy and confused
when listened
it sounded like the
squeak of the moving  bed.
                             to the edge
                              of the room,
                              he tip-toed,
                              and peeped in
                             through the half closed door.


" a secret world was opened
in front of my eyes"
he later remembered
though the significance
then eluded him.

there was a dreamy light in the room.

two figures, clothes shed,
were in bed,
trying to overpower each other,
with a kind of ***** greed,
that was all he could then think,

then the scene became tense,
one got up on the other,
trying to get in to it,
"ghosts! they eat each other"
the boy thought with disgust.

he tip-toed back
to his bed,
and pretended dead,
to avoid the eye of ghosts,
as he was admonished,


and went to sleep,
to the tune of the lullaby,
the bed moving in unison,  created.
                  OOO
K Balachandran Jul 2014
"The heady wine you imbibed
on those nine, insane days
thinking it as love, in fact was
unadulterated pain
with just another name"
pitying our condition
waning lonely moon
kept on saying over and over again
Long fingers of pain,
played a doleful tune
on my heart strings
rocking me to a troubled sleep

her eyes were swollen
with sleep deprivation,
chronic food aversion
made me look like
an emaciated ascetic
in a fast unto death.

Then, quite unplanned
in an enchanted evening
we bumped in to each other
once again, at a place
one would never
expect the other.
a conspiracy of hearts
still secretly beat in resonance,
seeking pain yet again
as if it's the only reward
for the pure devotion to each other?

What can we do then?
On the  bed of hay we rolled together,
washing our blues away,
the most primitive way,
sniffing and licking
biting and tasting
darkness pulled a curtain,
shyly peeped the stars
to see what we are up to
Then-
we gave up all restraint
started frenzied *******,
by her telegraphic winks
a distant star reproached us
"you still haven't learned a thing"
Unknown are the ways of love...be ready to be surprised at every turn
K Balachandran Sep 2012
"We would liberate you"
an illusion, can one write on water?
**"I'll liberate me"
a prayer, like becoming one with the fragrance of a lotus
K Balachandran Aug 2013
You don't need no make up,
no car parking space either;
move around, non stop in this dreary town,
inspiring all with your lovely mug
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.
K Balachandran Dec 2011
women deserve top position,
i argued with my friend,
suddenly becoming thoughtful
he said," for the heavier ones , it's difficult"
K Balachandran Dec 2018
A dragonfly glides-
Now, a sea of glittery wings;
Who has seen their nest?
K Balachandran Nov 2018
A small  dragonfly,
Prepares to land on my nose;
Karmic conundrum !
K Balachandran Feb 2012
dragon woman spits fire,
the fiery maiden but, has a soft spot,
balance her power, touching there,
she just swoons!
K Balachandran Jan 2019
Night all along was
A monologue of lights,
On prowling darkness!
K Balachandran Mar 2017
You won't recognize them I bet,
your secrets, even in broad day light,
if they walk towards you smiling,
wearing dark glasses to hide their eyes
in a humid day.They now wear clothes
of different styles to take you for a ride,
even cross dress and change the accents,
they play games with your hazy mind
--the secrets you once buried deep under.

They stand peeping behind blinded windows
prowl as shadows soliciting behind half open doors,.

Time flies in a hurry like migratory birds left behind,
you have to strain your ears too much
to hear even the faint foot falls of the past!

Old memories have changed their manners
they try to distract one with invented details
Like the muffled voices in an attic dark,
on a fateful day so long, your old secrets
speak an archaic tongue, that needs to be interpreted.

One has to be artful as the turbaned village elders
who would for your astonishment interpret
the vocabulary of lizard calls, key to nature's intents.

Or the trained eye of an elder who in flashes
of meteor falls, reads the secret messages of universe.
To get a true sense of your own secret
you have to tread the places they hide.

Make them shed their crusted hides
by which they conceal their true color,
which one has been waiting to see,
with a palpitating heart, walking back
to where one walked once, long forgotten.
That is why elders on days of yore
would exhort, embarrassingly repeat too,
not to have any hidden secrets that hurt
even if breathtakingly beautiful like a courtesan.

In some moment one won't  expect
dreadful they could turn and become witches,
with fiery eyes, dreadlocks, and long nails.
K Balachandran Feb 2013
She was night,
in all her charms.
I was a dream,
embraced by immortality's arms.
Ours was a love making,
long and unabashed,
in total abandon.
We forgot who we were,
freed from all limitations,
the play continued, how long,
we have no recollection, whatsoever.
Time lost all meaning,
the stars showered like jewels,
when the night had ******.
The dream took a life,
got painted in reality's *****.
Reality and dream
were like an oyster and its pearl;
**ecstasy was our name
for the rest of
timeless time.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
While asleep, happily in dreams, we carry
a new world of invented reality;
when awake, we weave  around us, another dream
and forget it is invented, unlike the time of dreaming.
K Balachandran Aug 2013
Look behind, a shadow follows, morning till night,
at sun down, it transforms and waits, no curtains needed,
look around at night, see that mysterious bushfire,
some happened beyond time, heaven is your imagination speaking,

I stand on a flow that never stops and put all my hopes in love,
there is nothing that doesn't change, I stand where
many others before me stood, I forget that, but events repeat,
I stand naked on a rock with prehistoric markings,

my shrink will associate it with my desire to go back,
my loved ones whisper in to my ear, "Hallucinations all,
will be alright after a deep sleep, you're tired, mind a dark forest"
why overburden oneself with memories beyond time?
Reasons are fading darkness, when looking beyond the mind,
all you now pass through is a dream, seen in sleep, one sleep to the next,
*How many galaxies are to be hopped in this intergalactic travel?
K Balachandran Sep 2012
While drinking mint wine and tingling together,
I was meticulously following her instructions,
read this on her voluptuous lips:
"for further inebriation, kiss here without fail, impassionedly"
K Balachandran Jul 2016
White fizzy
moonlight
overflows.
Editors pick dated May 13, 2014    "Poetry circle.com"
K Balachandran Mar 2012
sun scorches the earth,
grass get dry and turn to dust,
rocks transmit their strength,
trees drench in illusory rains.
K Balachandran Nov 2016
Eyes capture the darkly sparkling darkness
blobs of blood spreading to the far far  ends
as if pouring from the wounds of a corpse.
Bit of bad blood fast capturing the imagination
of all directions, known and unknown.
**** darkness is pulsating as if alive.
drops of  darkness drip in to the dollop of  butter
melting, dripping down,   the still moon,
A moon one feels never ever has known;
sitting quiet, with an unknown resolve,
she electrifies  the middle of the sky, the wave moves.
Moon light floats and dance  lay siege to darkness,
darkness becomes dumb folded,looses it's steam.
The galloping horses of time pull the chariot
unmindful of moon and darkness ,
silence with spears, standing sentinel.
K Balachandran Jan 2012
while ****** friction,
leads to the verge of explosion,
eyes locked in to yours,
is calm like a moon beam.
K Balachandran Jul 2018
sky, patchwork designer quilt,
invites the dull sun to rest;
keeps the rain clouds away!
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