SARALA BALACHANDRAN

SARALA BALACHANDRAN

MY LONELY WALK ....

Walking and walking alone

My feet aches and nerves pull

On the deserted road

With strong wind blowing

And rains pouring

Umbrella shading my head !

I travel to my past

A vacuum in my heart

echoing in my ears

of the days we friends

walked together

miles and miles

with laughter and jokes

tickling our hearts

sitting and sipping

hot coffee in the vacant cafe

Now all have gone their own way

deserting me to walk alone

the lonely path !

I called out to few to join my walk

but no one bothered to hear me !

I looked at the beautiful reflection

of the shadows of the trees

on the wet roads and started

singing a song, walk alone man

Walk alone, you have come alone

and will leave alone

enjoy the lonely walk

before the sun set !

I learnt  how to enjoy

my walk alone whistling

to myself walk man walk

alone on the lonely path !

(If no one hears your call,  walk alone ..

Jodi tor dak sune keo na ashe tobe       ekla cholo re ......few words from a  patriotic song written by Rabindranath Tagore .. just this song came to mind

that's all )

©® Sarala Balachandran

5/11/16-

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WEAVER BIRD

She is carefully weaving her nest

With curious eyes you can see

To make sure no one destroys her precious nest

Which she has been weaving

For days and days

With grass and twigs from far

She flies to far away forests

To fetch the best grass

For her dwelling house

Where she will lay her eggs

and hatch her precious ones !

She is making a fairly large nest for comfort of her and

her chicks !

When she lays the eggs

She depends on her mate

To fetch their food

The good grains of choice

He will bring for her n the chicks!

They both will guard their

Precious nest throughout

Till the little ones are able

To fly, keeping a watch on

Them always !

They are proud of their chicks but alas ! Once they grow

They will fly away

To make their own nests

May be in far away woods !

Just like human beings !

It's such a wonder how they

Make such a beautiful nest

A great craft by them alone !

©® Sarala Balachandran

31/10/16

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THE NECTAR

Let me drink from thy heart

The sweet nectar of love

Stored for all in abundance

Hold me tight to your

beautiful loving heart, enjoying

pleasure and pain

In a measured cup equal !

Let me rest on thy lap in comfort

till my wounds are healed

while you whisper in my ears

your eternal love

And I take a deep breath

In joy forever!

©®

SARALA BALACHANDRAN

2016/11

MYSTERY UNTOLD

Let your words scatter around

Like beautiful petals from the garden

Spreading fragrance of love

Like nectar from the honeycomb

Like beautiful soft waves hitting

the banks of a river !

But why those passionate eyes teary ?

Beautiful are those pearls

of love rolling down her cheeks smudging the kohl on her lids

She looks pretty with smudged

kohl and the tear drops rolling down giving her a totally dramatic look !

But why those passionate eyes teary ?

Draped in a wine colour sari

matching her lips dipped in wine

waiting for her love coming in the ferry sailing in the beautiful vast ocean  !

The untold story of that wine coloured

lipstick still a mystery !

The red grape like studs

On her lovely ears

And the red grape necklace of garnet

On her beautiful neck

A vine yard look she emits !

But why those passionate eyes teary ?

And why the wine colour ?

©®

SARALA BALACHANDRAN

5/11/16

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