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Dec 2011
1
Water lilies remembered her
as one of them, lotus buds nodded, jealousy set  thick in their eyes
her fingers were white lily buds
she balanced on the big, smooth, round
pebble stones, like a danseuse in an
under water ballet,you are buoyant here than anywhere,
as if you live a life after death
your bodies pale and water caressed, create an illusion of 'unliving'
2.
she tickled my skin-
goosebumps  appeared allover
as small bubbles going up..up till they burst above water
I can't forget her first  kiss , underwater
my lungs were filled with her feminine fragrance like  smoke of cannabis
an experience that sizzled the water, never to forget
(even if she would never come back from the unfathomable  love, water gives)
                                         3
                    I was naked, she too, like a lily in bloom that was raveling in love
                    as if it was the last season we had
                    she was magic in body and soul
                    I peeped in to the limitless with her entangling me and at the end,
                   I saw  halo around her pointed  *******,
                   that have become lotus buds.
                   I couldn't take my eyes off them
after the magical transformation.
                   The lake was totally out of the world
                    the mossy patch between her legs
                   had a fluorescent glow intermittent,
                   she was transforming every minute in to  a form of water life, I understood.
                   like a fish, coral, moss or water plant
                   I , for my dismay remained as before; nothing was to be done about it,
                   like many of the things brought change in a person's life.
                                             4.
                                                      Sun, in the voice of light
                                                      calle­d us from above,
                                                      his pranks tickled her and me
                                                       like ghosts of dead women,
                                                        fo­und their watery grave here,
                                                       we played with tortoises and frogs
                                                       made for us crowns with algae and water flowers.
                                                        ­                   5
                                                       A silvery  snake, thin, with some intent
                                                       coiled around her narrow waist.
                                                       eyes in its sharp pointed head,
                                                      inten­tly looked in to mine.
                                                      she was  now a dolphin without fins
                                                       then,  I received waves of clear foreboding
                                                      ­ time to return to the shores, I tried to tell
                                                      but massive sheets of water ate my muffled words!
                                                      Swim­ming up a water column, she smiled that detached smile
                                                      alrea­dy, she was a mermaid , I could see
                                                      I stammered"You..promised..
                                       ­                                      to come back..
                                                          ­                   we have promises to keep,
                                                           ­                  that we exchanged..."
                                                   ­   Under water time runs in a way we can't understand
                                                      ­one becomes a flow, one with altered time..
                                                       she was just a glow in the depth when I saw her last.
                                                          O­
K Balachandran
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K Balachandran  Kerala, India
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