SARALA
BALACHANDRAN
MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER
NATURE ....
Lap of the mother
nature is my cosy bed
I love to rest
peacefully in that loving lap
cuddling to the
green leaves with dew
The mountain top
is my dreamworld
where I dream of
eternal glow
from deep within !
the vast blue
river being my worship place where I see mother Ganga
In her selfless
love
calmly flowing to
merge with the beautiful ocean !
The valley below
the mountain is my hope
and resurrection
to be with the universe
once again to
enjoy my creator's craftsmanship !
In the
ripples I see the
beauty of water
and the pebbles
I love to collect
and count !
The colours of the
pebbles give
me joy to my heart
when I am
troubled and their
sounds
wake me up from my
sorrows !
The rainbows bring
colour
to my face like
rouge applied
to a young girls
cheeks !
while the
raindrops rejuvanating
my heart and soul
sitting in the
valley of hope
with dreams
In my autumn years
!
©®sarala Balachandran
3/1/2017
THE AUTUMN LOVE ......
The romantic
autumn breeze
With aroma wafting
in the air
caressing my heart
and soul
Looking out for
you to come
and hold my hands
with
tender love in your soft eyes
Your love still
speaks through
your glowing eyes
like when
you were young !
Come alive once
more the
gone past days of
love
and sit under the
beautiful
Golmohor tree and
the pretty
flowers bathing
our souls !
You in your tulip
red saree
matching with your
grey soft tresses
flowing
and swaying in the
breeze
with your favorite
lavender scent
wiping my sweat
away !
The autumn love
has its own charm
as our love has
grown deeper
with years of
nurturing
With the truthful
hearts !
Listen to the soft
ripples
from the nearby
stream
and watch the
birds flying home
to cuddle up in
their nests !
Come and sit next
to me
where the autumn
flowers are
shedding in
clusters
making a beautiful
bed under
the tree for you and me alone !
©® Sarala Balachandran
4/1/17
IF I WERE ......
If I were a bird
I would make a
nest in your heart
To cuddle up
inside you
If I were a bee
I would hum songs
of love in your ears
If I were a
butterfly
I would fan you
with my wings
If I were an
elephant
I will take you
for a ride through the jungle
If I were a guitar
I would let you
strum some melodies for you and me
If I were a piano
I would let you
play the keys of our choice
If I were a veena
I would be in your
lap
And you playing
the
melodies of
my heart !
THE STRING OF PEARLS
...
She started
stringing pearls
of her memories
of different
shades and sizes
Filled with
emotions
As she sits and
gazes at the sky above
The rush of
memories tormenting her
The pearls of
memories of
her childhood and
youth !
She keeps humming
her favourite tune
In her heart,
trying to hide the tears
between her
swollen eyelids !
Those pearls hide
a lot of sweet
and bitter
memories for her
lying under the
shadow of her life
the ones she holds
close to her heart!
She hears a cry of
a child, a cry for his mother !
It was her little
son's cry whom she abandoned at the threat of her
So called friends
because she was an
unwed mother !
That gruesome
night came to her like a graveyard dance when she was blackmailed
to have an
intimate time with
a lusty man with
rosy promises
and he disappeared
never to return !
The mother in her
sobbed nonstop bitter tears !
She ran fast to
fetch her child
Alas ! She saw him
floating
In a pond nearby !
She wept and wept
cursing
The people who
blackened her
Through their
wagging tongue
And unsympathetic
ways
And made her
commit the sin
of abandoning her
own offspring
Whom she nourished
for few days
before laying him
in front of a temple
with a weeping
heart !
Now she is on a
fight
to take revenge on
her enemies
who caused her the
lifelong misery!
She wiped her
tears
and walked on, an
endless walk
with determination
to end
molestation of innocent
women!
©® Sarala Balachandran
4/3/17
BEYOND AND HERIPHERY
Beyond the
beautiful waterfall
I walked alone
with my dreams
Listening to the
sweet ripples
soothing my heart
and soul !
Yes it is this
place I like to be with
In this chaotic
world !
It's so beautiful
to watch the
Fountains nearby
with lovely
Shaded lights,
lighting up my lonely heart !
Ah! They have
changed the colours
Of the fountains
It's looking criss
cross with
Lovely designs to
suit the shades
How wonderful to
walk along the
waterfalls and the
fountains
after a long long
time !
On the periphery
of the hills there
my dream home is
being built
just a little
house, a wooden house
so beautiful it's
going to be
with lovely mud
pots for cooking
and earthenware
beautiful
like I had in my
village home
Reminiscing my
childhood
thinking of my
wooden house
on the periphery
of the hills !
Come one and all
my dear friends
Once it's
completed
Waiting for a gala
time
With country food
and green
salads to keep our
health in shape!
©® Sarala Balachandran
4/2/17
SOMETIMES ....
In our walk of
life
We face love and
hatred
Pleasure and pain
Gain and loss
Happiness and
sorrows
We cry and laugh
Sometimes both at
same time!
Sometimes a heavy
heart
Sometimes always
laughter
Sometimes we love colourful
dress
Sometimes the
basic black or white !
Sometimes we love
solitude
Sometimes big
crowds !
Sometimes we love
to dress up
Sometimes crazy
lazy
with no style !
God made us strong
to face these
different moods
Some fail in
attempt
Some are tuned
well !
Sometimes heavy
rains
Sometimes only a
drizzle
Sometimes dews
stuck on leaves
Sometimes on
flowers
Both beautiful for
human eyes !
Sometimes we love
the naughty kids
Sometimes we like
to spank them !
He watches from
above
Our different
moods with a smile !
Our creator is
awesome, isn't it ?
©® Sarala Balachandran
21/2/17
HAVE YOU SEEN
The soft rose
petal I gifted you
Dripping with a
lovers cry
The petal carries
my loving heart
Only for the sake
of you, my love !
Have you seen
The pen I bought
for you
filled with my
heart's blood red
Write a love
letter to me my love
to soothe my
aching heart !
Have you seen
The pendant I
bought
It's kissed with
the lovelorn lips of mine
Wear it on your
tender neck
On a garland of
love strewn with
The thread of my
very heart
To feel my love
for you, my love !
Have you seen
The anklets I
gifted
Kissed with my
passion
To pamper your
lovely feet
painted with the
colour of my heart!
Have you seen
The bed I made
florets of my heart
sprinkled all over
to embrace us
throughout
the night !
Dead and buried
are the
hatred we had
years back,
I buried them in
the
dark frothy sea e,
and let us bathe in the
heavenly pearly
rain drops
like the downpour
of our passion !
©® Sarala Balachandran
18/2/17
CRY OF AN OLD TREE !
See me standing
bare and ugly
Short and rough
Once I carried
pretty leaves
and flowers and
gave shades to lovers
Hand in hand they
sat under my
loving shade !
Shedding me off my
leaves pretty and green
Every now and then
by the cruel human
I got frustrated
in life to no ones know !
I shed tears
quietly like a sad human
Who has been
ripped off their clothes
and whipped with
no mercies !
Passersby take
note of me now
forgetting my
golden days
When I stood on
the majestic way,
beautifying the
pathways
and making a
flowey carpet for all !
Now I am the
target of all
useless humans
who pin up their
posts
on me, hammering
nails on my
bare body ugly and
hollow !
Carpenters come
and fix a price
for my ugly yet
strong body
to make fancy show
pieces for the inhuman rich with no heart for the poor and suffering !
Even pretty birds
have left me
as I am bare and
rough with
no shiny leaves
nor flowers
for their nestling
!
I know my time is
nearing
when I will be cut
down mercilessly
Leaving my stump
behind to rot
and say bye to
this beautiful world
where I lived a
fruitful life for many years on the majestic pathway !
©®-Sarala Balachandran
16/2/17
COME, CUCKOO OF MY
HEART ...
Come running,
cuckoo of my heart
Give me a drop of loves
nectar
Will you sing me a
soulstirring
love song?
whom are you
searching for In
the garden of
love, my darling ?
Can you see in the
moonlit light
the rajnigandha
has bloomed
and spreading
fragrance
all around me,
standing alone
waiting for you,
my love !
Have you forgotten
me,
your childhood
lover ?
Unable to control
the feelings
Of my heart,
comparing my feelings to the waves of the turbulent sea !
Who are you
searching for my love
Will you tell me
In the beautiful
garden of love ?
Come and give me a
drop of
loves nectar !
Who are you
searching for
In the beautiful
garden of love
will you tell me,
my love ?
©® Sarala Balachandran
11/2/17
THE BEAUTIFUL AUTUMN
....
Lying under the
blue azure sky
Breeze blowing
away my silvery hair
The beautiful
willows singing
Lullabies to the
sleepy eyed, while
the birds having
their last peck
of the day on the
fruits sweet !
I get up to fetch
my colours
And the blank
canvas lying idle
to paint my life
of soft pastel shades! !
I loved brick red
most in my
youthful days
slowly shading
down to brown
In my middle
age mature mind !
Loving the greens
in different shades
With grass blades
dew stuck
giving my mind a
youthful feeling !
I enjoy watching
the beautiful parrots flying around the guava tree spreading the sweet aroma
but they have sung a goodnight song and sleeping in their nests !
Walking through
the autumn forest
I slip into
memories of the past
with nostalgia
gripping my heart !
I lie down on the
burnt brown golden leaves fallen under the tree
like a silken
carpet
I bury my face
into the beauty
of autumn, humming a melody
holding you in my
heart and soul !
Seeing you from
afar
I get up and run
to you for an
autumnal hug and
pampering
of my silver
threads !
Oh ! I forgot my
canvas
both of us sat
down
under the
moonlight
with you holding
my hand
while splashing
different shades
of my choice,
beautiful pastels !
©®
SARALA BALACHABDRAN
3/2/17
SARALA
BALACHABDRAN: Is a retired person was working with an import export organisation in
the admin section Married with two sons aged 43 and 36' Lives in Kolkata West
Bengal India
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