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K Balachandran Oct 2012
Life isn't a popularity contest,
when you set your eyes on the rising sun,
see him smile; at sundown
same spirit should prevail.
Trying to wrest out a smile is a joke.
be aware, every smile you invite is yours
.
K Balachandran Apr 2014
1.A life never tranquil
---------------------------------
On the wave,
catamarans dance.


2.Facets
----------
Beauty is the beast

3.Koan
------
Story ends before the beginning.
Catamaran---sailing raft formed of a number of logs lashed together.
Kon-- a Zen Buddhist conundrum/ a paradox to meditate up on
K Balachandran Nov 2012
Life is a seductive maiden,
extending two vials,
looking equally nice,
on her lovely hands
for you to choose from;
one contains, elixir of life,
the other poison
for  slow extinction.
She enigmatically smiles,
making you irresolute;
you have to select one,
here and now, it'll decide,
what your fate will be,
in the long run.
*Don't flinch or dither a bit,
this moment is paramount;
look at her eyes intently
and extract a clue, act!
Happy thanks giving Day\Let this be the message of the day
K Balachandran May 2016
A still pool dreaming,
Meddling wind on it's surface,
Ripples voice protests.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
On dark cloud screen,
In silver script, lightning’s
Rainy day poem!
K Balachandran Jul 2014
White heron,
now I, in solitude  eye
under the melancholy moon,
charmer of my heart,
even silver clouds
envy your easy grace
when you wing
towards horizon
undaunted even
by the wintry darkness
rushing forward.
Far above you are,
beyond my reach
are you a mirage?
in the rice field,
while tending
young saplings,
in muddy clothes
my eyes fell on
your immaculate
white  dress
aha! I'll never forget
that smile
that moment you
made me yearn
for your magic
for always,
was it my fault?
I lost grip in
immediate reality
and soared up
I don't know
how it happens
look at me I am still
learning to navigate
the treacherous waves
of winds from east and west,
though the purple star
watching me from her perch
winks and sends
her ardent love messages
to me incessantly.
But you are flying
to lands too far,
never opened your heart,
I am like a candle
burning at both ends
eaten up by the love unrequited,
and not able to love the
distant star that loves me
expecting nothing in return
K Balachandran Jul 2013
Coiled golden serpent, furiously hisses from behind the thicket,
hiding mongoose, wakes up from its siesta, gets alert,
game of life and death, spying on each other goes on nonstop,
death hidden in serpent either surrenders or escapes now and awaits its next chance.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
I won’t bother much, my friend
Whether it’s a secret treasure hunt,
Pilgrimage to the mountain shrine
Or just a jaunt along the scenic trrrain
There certainly would be surprises
Experiences to lighten one’s steps
Meet many otherwise I won’t see
Unless I chose this one journey through
Prestine roads that kept their character intact.
Rubbing shoulders with folks
Keeping abreast of their stories,
Shaking  hands with people with heart!
Each face is deeply etched in my memory!
After parakeets I ran,wondered  at
The  rainbow  colors on butterfly wings!
Orchids had a blend of fragrance and magical colors.
Once at a stop a girl sat with me,
And credling my heart told stories  of ethereal experiences,
I still trudge,pollen from flowers
make me look like
A bee in search of honey of a rare blend!
K Balachandran Feb 2012
you are serene kid of tranquility,
I am tumult's favorite,
our coming together, spectacular dusk;
tranquil, with turbulent colors.
K Balachandran Jun 2014
My pet cat licks my face repeatedly; it feels a bit strange
to jut my jaw forward for a feline to lick and make my face wet.
but as I sit my eyes shut, it feels unreasonably nice, then, it dawns:
she is clicking her LIKES on my real Facebook page
                                                                           the way she knows best.
Eureka! this is my tender Archimedes moment !
the naked truth, reveals itself before me like Venus
why the crazy craving, without rhyme or reason
for LIKES in Facebook and cyberspace;
                                                                          now, I understand so well.
K Balachandran Aug 2013
1
The jack tree, framing the museum gate
was an eyeful, with fruits from top branch to roots,
reminding  a lush woman, pregnant and languid,
expectant, beaming a smile, what else could be
a better fertility symbol, gladdening one's heart!
2
He sees her, Lila,waiting under the jack tree
Lila, a fixture, highlighting jack tree's abundant fertility,
on a juncture of present and past, symbolizing
what is left inside the walls of the museum
only the bits we came to know sporadically,
stashed away for curious eyes, a puzzle for us always.
Everything flows in to one, yet remains in fragments!
3
He knows Lila will turn the corner,
now or later and go in to the museum,
standing in a lovely garden
full of past waiting for her
he guesses someone else too, accompanies her,
A lover? Perhaps not, his heart consoles,
only a dim figure, he could see
in his repeated dreams of her.
4
He ingeniously attempts, different ways to see her,
in points of time and different points of view.
Lila, he feels is a girl, he may fall in love with,
but the fact is that she is in mystery's wrap,
the play of Maya -illusion- in matter
that realization wakes him up to awareness,
of himself, many things that count.
On the lonely roads of university campus,
she walks looking in to a past,
she wants to leave behind or retrieve?
Following her far behind, from a clearing
in the forest of a time past, he thinks about,
the time they were together,
now, she becomes a symbol,
to explore the secrets of the past, himself, life.
5
A name with dimensions, Lila is,
the Sanskrit word for play, the cosmos is engaged in,
the dance he would do life long,
but there would be walls erected, like the time they were together.
He thinks being together has significance, if only you count so,
Lila is in the scheme of things that moves universe too,
he learns to detach Lila from her physical form.
6
Lila in the universe is the dancing atoms,
the stars dying and being born in other universes.
While reciting poetry on stars and* 'multiverse'  
he feels the flow of life. Lila is the flow of energy unlimited,
Lila, takes over body, mind and consciousness.
7
Lila smiles at him as he walks to her,says she:
"Waiting for you here, took me to the unknown, waiting for ages,
I am curious, is it you looking at me or a past fragmented?
I feel your eyes playing with my body mind and beyond"
She didn't say she is imagining things. Now, all that matters is this.
They gravitate towards each other.He is pleased at the light emitted
They both are fascinated by the jack tree full of fruits,
life forms of nature and nebulous energies that navigate,
going back and forth has become a habit for all of us.


A big bang in every nucleus, inviting big crunch, that creeps in,
Lila and he walked in, the doorman in the museum smiled
*Multiverse-infinite possible universes also called quantum universes..
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Lone crane fly crying,
chasing mates went awry,
from despair swinging.
K Balachandran Nov 2017
a long fence erected,
both sides look limited.
laments of freedom!
K Balachandran Oct 2017
sneaky rays of dawn,
pool of light in drawing room.
uninvited warmth!
K Balachandran Feb 2012
clouds, are versatile,
look how they change!
but, problem arises,
when they forget when to stop.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
In Latin, verging on double dutch, names for psychological disorders
are sheep in wolves' clothing, let me resort to plain language;
invited to her harem, a rare privilege, quickly I found she has,
what I would happily  call, **"Manic Obsessive Lingerie Acquisition Disorder"
The incident indeed was real.( fairly wide spread trend, thanks to the Advt wizards, I suppose)
K Balachandran May 2013
"So curious are your eyes,
remove everything, find what"
K Balachandran Mar 2016
I am your favorite fruit,
from the tree, this morning
you've freshly plucked
with a visible delight,
driven by an avid desire
that moved your dust coverd
pleasure seeker part
still kept alive, astonishingly
though you are no more
that young adventurer
once  you enjoyed being,
and have turmoils to handle.
You kept me safe in the
favorite nook of  your kitchen
not before caressing a bit
feeling my texture and
inhaling elating  fragrance.
you wanted to sit and eat this fruit
you did covet, so much when
you are free from daily grind.

But it's already sunset,darkness creeps,
there is no chance of a respite
for you, you easily forget
that there is no tomorrow,
perhaps you keep the thought
away,though you know
the things work out only today
as you want it, but can't help.

But as a woman of many parts
you may think it doesn't matter
you can throw the fruit out
before the night advances
hissing through your teeth
"Oh! it's gone to rot too soon"

I would still exist in the neuron
of your deeper brain, a sweet wish
unfulfilled, a little  eclipse in your
inner sky of many bright suns,
a neuron twitches continuously
independently, breaking the tune,
but yes, the world exists for both
it's sweet and bitter disappointments too.
And it necessitates taking life after life
to fulfill such small desires
and clean up, smile with contentment.
K Balachandran Apr 2016
hill  
                                               ant hill
                                          an ant hill
                                      a perfect ant hill
                                 a perfect ant hill it was
                               a perfect anthill erected
                        a perfect ant hill erected at will
           by ants and ants and army of disciplined ants.
     ants of many kinds, sizes and colors erected an ant hill
the design was grand, nice to look at like a cathedral,functional.
we love the ants for being so versatile,co-operative and creative
Do ants possess minds, ability to think,organize, put decisions in to actions?Or do they just have an instinct,prompted by nature, how do they receive it?Even if we are yet to find out such secrets,many of us are skeptics."All this is like the crawling leaches, inscribing  letters on smooth surfaces, inadvertently" they vehemently argue.And there remains the million dollar question,seeking answer:even tiny ants,could make millions of their ilk do amazing things, why oh! why, the most intelligent of living things, at least replicate the feats the community of ants, at a scale, proportionate ?If these disciplined insects, in spite of their small brains could be a great example, why can't human's be like them, behave more responsibly , take charge of their own destiny, construct, not destroy. Every ant hill in silence, asks us many questions,  we walk past pretending that we heard nothing, that could disturb our peace.
Much studies have been done on ant behavior, but would humans ever  be  as organized and industrious  like these insects, supposed to be at a far lower level than mankind?
K Balachandran Jan 2014
An ecstatic poet, conjured up a full moon night so special.
Pairs of lovers got drunk with moon's white wine, reveled,
danced all night along the sea washed sands in ebullient spirit
till they were completely exhausted,  slept there on the sand bed.
When dawn tiptoed, they transformed to lovebirds, away they flew,
did they want to get back to human lives; no one knows, even if they did-
wasn't possible, the poet that created them, in drunken stupor, had
already forgot the whole episode and was in a hurry for new conceptions.
Are we not the characters left to fend for ourselves in the grand imagination of the cosmic narrator?
K Balachandran Jun 2012
After sunset
life gets hectic,
music sets fire to hearts,
**night dies till the dawn comes.
K Balachandran Jun 2012
High tech city grows,
trampling the green fields.
A farmer with homemade locks,
tries to sell me one.
I say, NO, and see
a sadness without words.





(Bangalore/ India/  Feb, 2011)
Short, fast and deadly.com  20 March 2011
K Balachandran Dec 2011
dense
        intense
                       moments,
                                                  a swim in thin air-
                temporary bliss.
K Balachandran Apr 2017
Enigmatic night,
Weary satellite's SOS light,
Mysteries at dark.
K Balachandran Jul 2012
Longing, that swift little bird
Sitting on the swinging branch of her heart,
Got impatient, waiting,
*Flew up and peeped through her eyes.
K Balachandran Oct 2012
They said " Aren't you mistaken,
the flower of your choice, has no color, just plain"
*I said with a grin, "But didn't you see? look twice then,
she is pithy and sublime, for me the mien not the skin"
Well, in India, the 'skin deep' thing is still a point of discussion..
K Balachandran Nov 2013
A quiet and cozy nook it is, he sits at ease,
but can't relax, peace of mind, a flitting bird;
sixth sense incessantly whispers: be on your guard
cameras hidden somewhere record every move.
In the post modern scenario, you are watched by cameras from every side
resulting in our safety of course..say cheese
K Balachandran Nov 2011
Your
searing kiss;
pure bliss
masquerading
as oral tranquilizer.
K Balachandran Jan 2016
These canaries go on chattering without an end
in their yellowish green language,isn't it queer?
Ambivalent I remain, are they at loggerheads with one another?
noisy canaries, aren't they a bother
                                                      why can't they sit quiet,
and listen to the silence?
But  the canaries are a spirited lot,seems to create a world they like.
what they say is unintelligible, should I listen to them?

A bit, I did, then it acts on me in more ways I than can imagine.
One can sit eyes shut as long as one wish,
                                                          t­heir tweets are sweet after all.
The canaries have a musical gift and a language of their own
they incessantly chant, it takes time to discern it's essence,I find.

There is an expert in canary speak; what's his name?
Yes, Brian, should I get his help to get it explained?
my thoughts turn more focus on the mysteries of canaries.

"Listening to them did a lot of good to you"says my girl.
The doctor is very supportive to the cause of canaries.
"There is wonder in the results of your blood works" he tells.
"The canaries are braking new grounds in my life" I realize
"My blood pressure is down without any medicine",  cool.

I begin to realize what Canary symbolism means,
they led me to a life style never did I dream before
as if by some magic, now I perfectly understand their language
she tells me how quick I am in picking  emotions nowadays!

would you believe this , the canaries are my Gurus nature gifted,
teaching me living, loving and flying away without making noise.
Canary symbolism:awakens healing energies
Do we care to learn from nature?
K Balachandran Jan 2015
Every single
mistake of mine,
even the recurring ones,
patiently you edit within
and read as if it's fine,
nothing has ever gone wrong.

see!
what your love
incomparable
has to me done,
my poor, darling!

in my writing, they see
the grammar fully muddled,
so many words I spell wrong.

I see this, only when
others, bitterly, loudly complain
gentle soul, your'e forgiving,
but the world isn't,vengeful it seems,
don't you see the predators, prowling?

Why don't you consider the truth,
I am imperfect, want to be corrected
why not help me change,
tell me where I go wrong, urge
I'll certainly adore you more for that.
Darling, don't turn a blind eye to my faults, out of love
K Balachandran Aug 2020
Loosing gravity, I hovered above,
The fields and woods, hills and dales,
Egrets and cranes sensing  a competetor
Near gave a chase, that was nice though.

'Just a metaphor that means a search
For beauty and lasting meaning' I heard,
Who said it; unknown commentator viewing
Every movement, each moment, of universe!

What a mystery, I thought for a moment,
Not the 'I' before, but one that is aggragated,
Above the narrow limits of me,my and mine,
The cranes and herons keeping me company
Had bid goodbye, I saw palms wave  hands.

Feeling comfortable with the new fecility
I flew high easy, couldn't find where I end
And the multiverse of wonders takes me over
"Aĺl I thought of me was as a visitor to this
Island of time and space, part of a whole,
But I have  my sweetheart close to my heart
Near and dear, friends all over the world
Many of us never met but neighbours of
My heart, I hear them from afar and their
Heartbeat I felt mine; was an adventure this,
Love prompted, a lilting poem  in progress,
Now  a flow with the wind circling universe
I am ecstacy itself, time is the essence in this
Tale, told  by many eyes" whispered I to
My invisible companions, winging with me.

And loomed large in my being my beloved
Moon with whom I fell madly in love in an
Age of unreason and wild infatuation.
She felt compelled to hold me close to her
***** and kissed my sweaty brows gently
A moment of oblivion, now I am one with
The sprit of universe, in thought and deed
When being becomes nothingness, bliss!

The starry nights, embellished in darkness
And light  is my domain till eternity, I have
No loss or gain, what 'I was' cherished is not
Taken from me a bit, in this wingless flight

The stars, a billions lighted souls dancing
In time line far near and eternal began
To hum a celestial tune that becomes all,
That makes the universe, it moves in waves
Holds all together with love and compassion
All the rest are just tales,elements create
You and I, all the rest are myths illusory
Apparition of one and only music eternal.
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Quiet flows the river,
Ripples gently caress the banks,
Ravaged banks shudder!
K Balachandran Nov 2012
In my book of memories,
a girl wrote a poem, long ago,
*reading it alone, going back to the page,
the meaning gets upside down.
K Balachandran Jun 2013
On the wings
for long,
sky lights still beacon,
fuel gauge blinks red,
far destinations
ruled out.
Sea, a glittering
field of silver
heartily invites
but no landing gear
to alight on waves.
Floating on a limbo,
but my lover,
only co-traveler
just smiles!
believing in me,
waits for a
befitting end to this
exciting adventure.
A flash
connecting million
neurons in brain
each one coming alive,
**"let's navigate
our craft to heaven,
call it, Shangri La,
or whatever"
K Balachandran Apr 2014
He captured their love
in essence, in an intense
moment of joy
within an oyster, in depth
for keeps;
secretly hoped
he would adorn her neck
with it when it ripens
in to a pearl, so brilliant
transmitting the rays of love.
A monument of their
devotion to love.
Days
like flocks of white herons
flew to far poles,
ravens of dark nights went
to far horizons and came back
without fail.
Sea change makes Tsunami
strikes in human lives,
she never found her way back
to their love spot
to bill and coo and dream
as before and drink moonbeams
together for nourishing love
as she promised him before.
The oyster he kept safe
in a secret corner of his sad world;
whenever he touched it
it was a moment of pleasure.
Then it became
an irresistible urge to open it
and caress the pearl,
the reminder of his love nonpareil,
though failed to spread wings.
Eager were his eyes,
for the only consolation left;
but he feels cheated once more
on seeing a drop of tear
the size of a big round pearl
tasting salt of a love gone bitter,
dark and brooding, like her heart,
inside the crumbling oyster of his soul.
Love  loss separation  pain
K Balachandran Apr 2013
Entrenched in a red lotus, I find
a blue one, mysterious blooming  in my heart,
a white lotus eternal, rules my skies;
**golden lotus dissolves thoughts,
                                 gifts wings to transcend.
Lotus sutra  for love, life and transcedence
K Balachandran Dec 2011
darkness
speaks
the language
of thunder,
in a different accent.
K Balachandran Jul 2014
Streaming sunlight, what an intense, insistent lover!
empty catamaran dances in it's sultry embrace,
on the foam bed of gently rocking sea waves.
The dark shadow of this union finds it's kind of fun
swimming deeper, frightening fish roaming in pairs.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
Death, the dark, sultry maiden,
has made a pact with life-
her fickle, yet earnest lover,
in the very beginning:
"tempestuous, our passion play, would be
there isn't any other way, we could do it,
but we'll make the last dance together here-
the most subtle and infinitely sensual,
before changing over to the  stage, on the other side,
behind the impregnable curtain"
I love Woody Allen for that last dance with death in the movie  "Love and Death"..tempting indeed!
K Balachandran May 2013
Many promises I receive,
never bother to get any written, on paper,
as this is a continuous marathon one after the other.
If your eyes tell me that they love me, I believe, that's enough,
for the elation I need to take me forward, till the end of this road
Come with me for a distance , I'd love you for eons, for those moments,
our affinity remains mutual, till the story reaches the point of culmination.
All long journeys have moments of excitement, love and  disappointment,
don't you feel your heart hurt on seeing that teardrop on the corner of my eye,
I have seen the same clouds of pain, in your skies  though you tried to conceal,
Someone greets at the end, where one hangs the horn, needs only a drink of water and falls.
For the day clocking 300,000 reads,   (Since September 2011)
         Thank you very much, sincerely HP friends, each and every one!
K Balachandran Nov 2011
love,
        a fruit,
                   never tastes
                                       the same,
                                                  yet no different.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
No my pet, I may not be a poet; stung by the existential consternation,
inflicted by giant manta rays, magnificent devils in this sea bed,
*I just try to escape its effects, by exorcising
Samsaric demons with my mantras of love
Giant manta ray is a stunning and graceful member of devil ray family, the largest living ray.Crocodile hunter Steve Irwin died by manta ray sting.
Samsara--eternal cycle of  birth, suffering, death and rebirth(Hinduism& Buddhism)
K Balachandran Jan 2013
Soaked in the silver light of your love,
I want to linger a while,
and love to tell my heart:
       here is a rare work of art,
by an artist, whom I adore.
As my eyes meet yours,
a  tenderness, moves my heart,
different from what I ever felt.

You too are full of light,
your eyes brim with words magical,
that needs no voice.
There are limits, yes, I should admit,
to how close two hearts could get.
But we could still remember
in spite of fog, that obscures our path,
that we are beings limitless.
We clearly see the light,
in which our hearts melt and fuse.
There is nothing that would stop us,
from being ethereally united.
K Balachandran Dec 2012
Like a cloud,
         colored by sun,
            the way he wishes,
                as the day progresses
changing in to
myriad forms
in the hands of wind;
              love transforms,
           one to other
many splendors,
still a constant,
isn't it a wonder?

Your eyes
             like diving fishes
                   search my depths
through my eyes.
They playfully
splash and swish
       in mind's waters,
         causing a wistful feeling.
Your lips quiver,
          fluttering like a bird,
                       that wants to fly
and sit at the top branch-
my expectant heart.
                
K Balachandran Dec 2015
Ears I don't need to hear the music you are.
I don't have to sing along to be one with thy song
You are the tune, my words fit in, meaning falls in place,
The voice rises and falls,the  journey of my music thus begins.

You are the river of nectar, that never ceases to nourish my shores.
That doesn't need any space or time to flow through; it never ends.
A drop of it's ebullience, I am catapulted from the flow of your wave.
I roam, searching for you, to return and immerse  in your fathomlessness.
K Balachandran Jun 2014
When we met again,
the flower was wilting and sad
"I don't want to die, so early"she said
"Heal me, I've seen you doing it before"
"I love you" I whispered gently to her
and waited, saw her face once again
turning radiant, in an instance
in love she believes, listens to its prompts
healing power of love, is evident yet again.
K Balachandran Nov 2017
1.Tried, but I  couldn't take my eyes off her,
she left happily with my eyes allover her.

2.Her eyes were two deep, blue pools,
together,they'll invite me to swim in them,
wasn't I naive to think the other would
get jealous,if i decide to jump in to one
when I saw getting reflected on both,at once
I realized,how easily love took me for a ride!

3.She was a creature,created for delight,
each part,even a strand of hair, strange
had an effect on my  senses any time
and I was made to be attuned to  her always!
each act of her could both invigorate or tranquilize.
but only on their own sweet will,i found
The effects of a psychedelic drug,I felt
in her presence, one I have never ever taken!

4.My error quotient goes perilously high,
when you are somewhere near tome and sigh!

5.With her feminine  fingers locking mine,
my imagination quickly flies sky high
two interstellar travelers are you and I
ready to live out there,on sky in a new high,
without bothering to care for logistics!

6.With each of your love bites arousing,
I fire all my rockets,roaring skywards.
Your teeth play a naughty hide and seek
with my earlobes,I get so wild,you get thrilled
taken over by a seizure,I feel eyes  blue simply ecstatic!
K Balachandran Oct 2017
dragon flies galore,
dance above the woods in bloom.
carnival of love!
K Balachandran Mar 2013
"In love, what do you expect?"
her eyes peering into his, seems to ask,
His smile answers
"love demands nothing"
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