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K Balachandran Mar 2012
Your beauty, tenderly wounded
my heart, that's in fits of passion,
*nail marks of love, you left there,
keep pain alive for ever.
K Balachandran Feb 2012
my mother warned in advance,
not to smell cactus flowers,
when,  scent of this cactus beguiled,
i lost mom's words.
K Balachandran Oct 2017
The sky kept speaking in a dialect of grey,
did stay overcast all through the day,
like a new bride upset about
her nuptials, right after it.
"Could have been with some zest,
I feel drowsy and totally lost"
she repeatedly whispers, it  seemed .

A vast net of haze fell, first on the skyscrapers
standing in a row, pushing, jostling,fighting,
it then descended slyly on to the tree tops
adorned with garlands of flowers
red, cream, or violet on their coiffures.

They looked lost, at this turn
of the story, unexpected.
A helicopter, with tourists
Criss -crossed the sky as if clueless,
perhaps seeing sights in that light
curious, who knows what they look for
in a bad hair day like this?
we could hardly guess!

A stray bird appeared, as if from nowhere
hastily retreated, sensing the prevailing mood.

"We'll just stay put" she said "til the night would
 rework the story board. perhaps with starlight "
She bit ******* my upper arm, as if
to exhibit her aggressive mood just once
I loved it , she deftly made it erogenous.
She is a tigress, forcefully kept in her den
with a purpose, she slyly smiles imagining.

When the wave of oily dark night advances
inundating us, she is a promise, exquisite
K Balachandran Jan 2012
there is no two opinion about it;
she is an appendage of her cell phone.
K Balachandran Jan 2012
scientists invented many marvels,
but never can dream of a **'love machine'
K Balachandran Mar 2015
Super moon, freshly minted gold coin
tossed high up, to what mortals blindly lose
their hearts to,wanting to hold on open palms,
each one claiming, pointing up "This beauty is all mine"

You are the one who plates silver to my sweet sins
when she and I,roll on the open balcony in a frenzy uncontained
til it's waves  lash higher and higher,spill out and get placid
for that time I forget the play of dark matter and other secrets
of cosmos, still to be brought to light, by billion droller projects.
Let hydrogen colliders work day and night on it,
it doesn't interest me at this time of full moon joy
let me wallow in your illusion for now, it's enchantment pure
to me a  lover, it speaks,words  more real,than the forces hidden.
K Balachandran Jul 2017
a caterpillar--
cushily gnaws a green leaf;
emerge wing like shapes!
K Balachandran Nov 2011
I neither hoot,
nor weep;
tweet a bit
and sleep.
K Balachandran Apr 2012
Three cats,
                black, white
                  and ginger,
                           at that,
          a formidable
                         combination,
                 that can strike
            with a power
                   combained,
                              are
                    ­          in a conclave
                              in the dining hall floor,


                                entrenched in  a small hole in a corner,
                                              his head just jutting out,
                                      desperately sniffing at the secret pact,
                          is a little  mouse, watching the proceedings terrified.
                                                      ­                 #
K Balachandran Apr 2013
His pet cat Susan,
quietly on his bed, reclines.
But the moment his thoughts
tenderly touches his woman,
with great alacrity, switches on her sixth sense,
springs to his lap,
as only a cat can,
with a growl of distinct disapproval,
and licks, all over his face
in a salivating show of affection,
then intently looks in to his face,
as if asking without words:
"Is that cat, good enough for you,
as much as me,
in her moments of love?"
K Balachandran Jan 2012
the raging fire, in my *****
occur, when you appear.
K Balachandran Aug 2012
Deceit is in the air, beware!
the stench of dead birds,
mysteriously perished,
is it caused by the weather change?*

I witness feathers change color
beyond recognition on many birds,
both young and old,
i usually used to see on my walk
now they don't smile,
or even send a casual look as before.

Monsoon clouds, expected
aren't dark, or fat, as usual
obscene white, like cotton wool,
Had it been in other times,
i would have eulogized,
"So white and pure"

Drought is predicted,
we are living in hard times
should one remind that often?
would you hold my hand?
we need to stick together,
now, more than ever.

Luscious looking grapes, but wait,
I've seen them bath those in
thick soup of insecticides,
death lurks in salacious and sweet garbs,
eschew that grapes, they are sore,
be like foxes , that are clever.

The apples? rotten to the core,
forbidden, though entice
polished by poisonous wax,
don't eat those rotten eggs,
dame salmonella displaying her bare *******,
would be ready to ******, don't budge.
soon you will be down with illness.

Don't walk alone,
guardian angels have fallen in to bad days,
their wings are fragile,
vampires with fangs long enough
to draw blood, till the last drop
have come out in the open,
from the legends, where they slept.

The piranha, in the water closet,
has been starving for a week,
butterfly with psychedelic painted wings,
really is an evil thought,
out to attack on a masquerade,

Inside the cupboard there is a masked raider,
have you heard the hungry tiger,
growling  in your cluttered backyard?
a bear is prowling in the garden,
searching for hidden honeycombs,
did I see a python, licking a girl's naked breast?

Keep all the doors closed tight,
remain quiet inside*
               )O(
K Balachandran Dec 2011
bubbles celebrate
transience.
phut!
they  vanish after
a short life.
K Balachandran Mar 2014
The rolling hills in meditation, stand still
under the ultramarine blue skies,
they brood over ocean depths
see visions of dolphins' dance and sword fishs' fight;
in a flash, the hills dive like a blue whale
in to the deeps of profoundly tranquil.

marvel, isn't it? not even a note uttered,
the symphony of cosmic music
spreads its waves, embrace
heaven and earth in one sweep,
motionlessly in a dance within.
K Balachandran Apr 2017
On spread palm fronds, wind
trumpets monsoon's onset loud,
await fireworks soon!
K Balachandran Dec 2011
certain
uncertainties
are certain,
now and then.
K Balachandran Nov 2011
Wind whispers
trees repeat,
water listens
sky reflects.
K Balachandran Oct 2011
wind whistles,
the lake listens
the woods dance,
silence
awaits
for a chance.
K Balachandran Nov 2018
Sky, overcast, mute,
Crows left school,teach other birds,
Hasty alternate
K Balachandran Aug 2018
Soft, sensual rain.
Danced naked with her once;
Her face now frightens!
K Balachandran Apr 2013
A wizard of words,
he created from nowhere,
a wonderful space;
        the novelist made
        his characters play out his wishes,
through every little action, he penned
felt euphoric beyond words.

When one among them
 clearly his blue eyed girl
on whom he showered a lot,
his thoughts, writer's craft
             and  much much more,
  to make  her
  well shaped, a cynosure,
unexpectedly
turned cheeky and crossed limits,
the novelist got terribly annoyed.

*In the dead of night,
during a rendezvous with her paramour
the character had a
horrifying end.
She fell prey  
to an assassination plot,
hatched by the  patriarchal novelist
Have you ever caught a novelist red handed for character assassination?
K Balachandran Jul 2012
He couldn't hide disappointment,
"What happened?"
The flower said with a sigh,
**"I bloomed late"
K Balachandran Apr 2016
I fell from the mountain peak, I climbed alone,
in to the blue depth of her lonely heart, frothing hot.

She feigned surprise,"Do not know how this happened"
I remembered seeing her creeping in to my thoughts before.

Was it a conspiracy we both hatched together,a subconscious plot!

Did I slip and fall in to her expectant heart,waiting warmly for me?
The way to a maiden's heart and the secret of a man's craftiness
are unknown; we decide our love, is to be accepted, with an open heart
Are we spooked, trapped inside the logic of a Salvador Dali painting?
K Balachandran Jan 2012
stories are full of flying animals and talking birds,
Gautama rushes home evening,  
hoping to listen some from mom or dad,
dad seems always busy in conference calls
with north american clents.
every night with out fail
dad tells the  same excuse.
mom comes late at night tired and irritated,
Bangalore, sure rides the wave of global IT boom,
Gautama,  all of five, thinks , a child here lives in hell.
no one has time to read a story to a child
life has become a mad rush to and back from school.
no one these days not even ask,"why Gautama doesn't smile?"
K Balachandran Dec 2011
child**
stands
on the banks of time,
before the  swim.
K Balachandran Feb 2013
A  gentle brook, I seek the ocean,
sitting cross legged on the ground, I imagine.
Index fingers of both hands press thumbs,
other three fingers remain straight,
both arms straight, rest on the knees,
"Chin Mudra" leads to the  sublime plane,
**'atman' the soul, merges with  the consciousness supreme.
*"Mudra" is a gesture or posture to control the life force(prana), practised by Indians from time immemorial.Each of the 25 Mudras stimulates various nodal points.Mudras have intense effect on nerves and energy flow.
**"Chinmudra"(Chit-consciousness-mudra) symbolizes the confluence of individual(index finger) and universal(thumb) consciousness.Index finger is associated to air element and thumb  with fire element.
It is the gesture of receiving.When the palms face upwards in Chin Mudra,  the chest and heart areas are opened up.Keep the eyes closed and regulate breathing.Dissipating excess energy Chin Mudra controls anger.
K Balachandran Dec 2011
rich beggar
told poor beggar:
' You sleep well
lucky ******"
K Balachandran Dec 2011
drink  some  hard cider,
           the world looks quite wider
K Balachandran Feb 2019
attic civet cats,
wake me up; in a day past.
time travel by chance!
K Balachandran Apr 2014
Educated cat,
debonair toe to tip,
mustache and whiskers
trimmed to suit
the current style,
demands in a fine
cultivated
clipped accent,
to the chief
of the rat hole
to surrender
peacefully, his army
cache of weapons
secret Swiss bank
account details,
gold and diamonds
stashed away in
vaults underground,
and the database on
high net worth
individuals
within 24 hours,

without much ado
to avoid bloodshed.
K Balachandran Dec 2015
When she opens the door partly
without any noise heard,outside
to let him in and close it again
the lovelorn moon gets jealous
a still cloud transforms in to an
eager ******, shameless and stares.

The smell of danger present in the air
heighten the thrill of them not being
just another regular pair of lovers
who could  easily meet,when they wish.
Such secretiveness adds a spicy flavour
to their forbidden love that stealthily moves,
to deceive the spying eyes everywhere.

When she opens the door to let him out,
a snow owl, startled, wakes up and hoot,
His way of saying,"Some things happen"
the moon, off color and tired of waiting,
let's out a sigh, like a breeze and acts coy.
K Balachandran Sep 2012
I won't mind if the witches rub me the way wrong,
don't care a fig, when demons,
threaten with their filthy songs;

*I just, ask the God within to teach me survival tricks.
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Rivers reclaim dues,
Floods erased much memories!
“Go with the flow”
K Balachandran Nov 2011
If you sit quiet a bit and think
you will be dragged  in to this doubt;
is it  a dream, all  that we think real?
Doesn't it look like you take refuge
in a traveler's lodge for a day or two
then silently depart?

I had this secret always
in wakefulness and sleep
kept close to my chest
" I am made of dreams
that were extracted
from the patches of realities
of centuries, that has to do something
with valorous men and beauties"

I searched in the dark corners
of my psyche, many many times
but the real secret eluded
like an apparition turning in a moment
to a whiff of thin smoke

One day I had this dream
I was in this museum
the time has come, I reached there;
in the vacant lot near the deserted museum
was lone olive tree, a cryptic  marker,
there she stood,
Cleopatra with the deadly cobra
at the last moment of her life
"I was waiting for you
the oracles never go wrong"
then she held me close
and planted her last kiss
the most searing ever ,I could guess
like poison dissolving in to blood
it got mingled with my psyche
turning it in to a blood colored wound
then and there
I fell in to the time warp.
O
K Balachandran Jan 2019
No musk scented air,
Mango trees stand sans flowers;
Angry climate speaks!
K Balachandran Nov 2018
Sky looks deserted,
The army of clouds retreated;
Calamitous moves!
K Balachandran Mar 2014
Thoughts, a whirl, merge
in the delight of motions;
a meaning beyond words surge
in the frenzy of converging moments.
K Balachandran Jan 2012
when i and you had a close encounter,
i felt it below the belt;
how did you record it?
K Balachandran Aug 2017
avian music,
march past of herons follows,
sunset formalized!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
loud sound of stomping,
cloud land revelries go on;
till all puke,go down!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
armies of clouds clash,
shootout and bloodbath all night;
****** morn, quiet!
K Balachandran Feb 2019
rebellious dark clouds,
took the full moon their captive;
rains freed her quick!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
after a wild run,
whitened rain cloud seeks the moon;
becomes her nice stole!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
on the sky expanses,
robust clouds display yoga;
then all become one!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
really **** cool,
Plump rain clouds,having a ball;
randy wind, jealous!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
wind kidnapped the clouds,
stars out on sky yard to play;
it rains silver light!
K Balachandran Apr 2016
Blasphemous black cloud, though robust in look, just vapor proud,

You borrow belligerence from swirling west wind's boldness,

Remorselessly you prevent the Sun's extent of rule by limitless light,

You are malevolent to the world to whom sun is the only visible God,

Benevolently ruling the earth, synchronizing the cycles with his moves,

You only have a life too short, not fully aware  of your  own limits

Or taking in to account, the effulgence of the sun sustaining all,

Why rebel, ever thought about the result of such an impulsive act?
Know thyself  well,  attain inner peace, by accepting the truth.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
clatter in attic,
cloud army rehearses war dance;
cleans dusty armour!
K Balachandran Feb 2016
She loved him
with such hate
hidden in her
inner darkness.
unaware of this
complex affair
he hated her
with much love,
darkly disguised.

Between them
love and hate,
lost what once
distinguished both.
Instead of keeping
black and white
separate,like milk
away from poison
the two  were
mixed up,made
in to a paste,
that  was smeared
in every single affair.

Darkness had an
affair,a chapter
shameful, with light,
It overturned what
once marked  everything!
Love and hate, mixed up
without , care and suffer
not knowing what hits them
K Balachandran Dec 2011
she was
dreaming up a white cloud
i adorned it with lightening.
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