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Nov 2012
thank you for visiting my pad, unannounced,
everything there was in a mess after the shake up,
my books, the whole lot was in a heap,
soiled clothes like big dead birds
were strewn everywhere,
the packets that accumulated,
remained unopened,
my sense of humor was in hibernation
for a long long time,
The potted plants cried for water,
my petΒ Β parrot stopped talking,
but kept on complaining-
asking about her,
I had even forgotten
the sound of laughter,

I knew few things were to be done
to get back on track,
I needed someone to do some
creative prodding; get back my mind
to its original mooring.
I longed for some guiltless
heavy duty loving,
though so much has to be involved
for all this to happen, in a short while,
that too i needed without any strings attached,
after all that happened i was more than battle scarred.
there was nothing money can buy i didn't try.
but all failed and i was left, high and dry
You appeared like a whirlwind,
and changed everything,
yet you knew how to be a breeze so gentle,
at the right moment;
bless you, even if you aren't sneezing.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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