SARALA BALACHANDRAN

SARALA BALACHANDRAN

SEASONS

Welcome the new life

Forget the past

It's a waste

Close the chapter

Live in the moment

With divine thoughts

Not a waste

Worry not for tomorrow

Enjoy the spring blossoms

Caress them, whisper to them

Love of your life

Fragrant flowers

Welcome the beauty of autumn

See the golden leaves shedding

Don't shed a tear

New leaves are sprouting

Let go of the seasons

You are a seasoned human

Blessed by God !

©® Sarala Balachandran

23/9/16

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NOSTALGIA

Enjoying the lovely spring

looking at the beautiful flowers

in all colours of mixed fragrances

sweeping all around the garden

nostalgia engulfs me

when he and me used to

sit and pluck flowers together

making garlands for our altar

and one for my long hair

flowing like dark clouds

behind me swaying in the breeze

while I walk, and he pulling my hair !

We laughed like children

so innocent and pure was our love

Few tear drops fall from my eyes unknowingly wetting my

youthful cheeks, he asking me what

makes me cry with a worried look !

Time flew and now the autumn

too is over with all the

golden leaves spread under the tree

and swept away into the yard !

While in autumn I saw few green leaves

sprouting and was hopeful

of a new life together

which we enjoy now with sweet memories of our youth !

The nature's ways can't be changed

and time and tide waits for none !

Often we go for a walk to the lovely

park and enjoy the autumn leaves

spread like a beautiful carpet

and rest on the bench where we sat

years back !

Enjoy your life when you are young

as there is an old age waiting for all !

We grow in wisdom as we grow old

Which we lack when our blood is hot!

©® Sarala Balachandran

23/9/16

COMING TO MEET YOU ....

Coming to meet you

with some sunlight in a bowl

some fragrant breeze in a bag

a red rose in my hand

and a song in my heart

with love in my eyes

looking at you with desire

to say that I love you !

The fragrance will hug you

the sunlight all over your body

giving you a tan

to compliment your complexion

the lovely peach !

I will tuck the red rose

In your silken hair

flowing like a river tossing it over

left and right !

You look beautiful and divine

In your lovely pink dress

cuddling your body tight

I wish I was the pink dress !

©® Sarala balachandran

24/9/16

ON RACISM

An ode to my lover:

My unwritten loveletter

kept safely in the core of my heart

singing a song of passion

to the person I loved most

It brings tears to my eyes

Continuous cry for justice

My melodies still unsung

My guitar lying idle

My piano keys dusty

My lover is black

He has a heart of gold

But people hated him for his colour

People mock him and call him black man

But he is lily to my heart!

What a shame to hate the colour of a man

And not seeing the beauty of his heart

I will lock my love in my heart's safe

And will never let it be in the open

As I don't want him to get hurt

My love for him is total

Not for sexual pleasures

But for his golden heart

Which only I can see !

©® Sarala Balachandran

11.7.16

HOPE IN YOUR SOUL :

With hope in my soul

And a smile on my lips

I walk along the muddy path

Singing a song of love for all

Hope is that all I have

When I lose my hope

He hugs me tight !

He tells me move on with

Your hope and never let it die !

With hope in my soul

I walk along with song in my heart

And a lantern in my hand

Burning bright !

Looking at all nook n corner

To see the suffering mass !

I go from street to street

To help the blind and deaf

I look for the ones on pavements too

To help them with what I have !

My only aim is helping the poor

With a song in my heart

I walk along carrying my

Lantern shining bright !

I have a hope in my soul

And a purpose in life

For which I seek His help !

I have miles before I sleep

As the hope in my soul

Is strong and pure !

Morning noon or night

Sunny rainy or winter

I care not for my comfort !

Hope in my soul

is my driving force !

If my hope dies I become

a barren land and

nothing left to live for !

Carrying my hope with

A strong will in my heart !

I am called the Sister of Hope

By all the needy and poor !

Let me hold my head high

with grace and burning love

and walk with my lantern

shining bright

With a hope in my soul

And a song in my heart !

©® Sarala Balachandran

17/9/16

SHE LOVED A SCHIZOPHRENIC :

The weak twinkle in her brown eyes

a sign of her heart's cry

Trying to hide her tears

from the holy crowd

Who are chanting away

Godly names !

She moves in slow pace

With a lonesome feeling

trying to find  happiness somewhere

which is evading her every time !

Thinking of old days

When she was in love

With a schizopfrenic

A mad love that was

In her sweet teens !

He had his mood swings

Love her and love her not, a tough situation !

She got confused

Started analysing him

He was not in love with her

It was his mood for love !

She cried a lot behind closed doors

but she can't bear his violence

his cruelty at times followed by

his violent passion n love!

She tried her best to take him

for treatment, all in vain !

She was at a loss what to do

She loved him a lot to leave him to destiny, a bleak destiny with stigma attached !

She had no choice but to let go of him

with a deep wound in her heart

a heart that loved a schizophrenic !

(Dedicated to mentally ill .. a stigma which still prevails)

©®-

SARALA BALACHANDRAN

25/8/16

PICTURE PROMPT :

Sat on the terrace for a

while watching the

amazing sky colours

It took us back thirty years

when we witnessed such

colourful sky, never before or after !

I took out my canvas n paints

put it back coz I know

He alone can paint the

sky so beautiful !

My heart whispered a song

of love for my creator

for such a splash of colours

feasting human eyes !

©® Sarala Balachandran

2/10/16

MY LOST SOUL .....

I walked through the muddy path

all alone with my dream

of finding my lost soul

lost for years together !

The muddy path gave me no clue

of my  soul wandering elsewhere!

I have only my outer shell now

without a soul !

I climbed the chiseled way

through the mountains to the top

could hear some echo far away !

Wanted to get back my lost soul

corrupted by the mundane world

and to purify my beautiful soul

with the pure water from Sangam,

the sacred river !

found my way back down

to reach Sangam

fetched a pot of the holy water

back to the mountains I climbed

again through the chiseled path

to hear the echo of my soul !

Sat and waited for hours

heard a thunderbolt strike

the echo transcending to

the mountain and entered

my holy heart !

I drank some holy water and

sprinkled some where I was sitting !

I felt a rejuvenated me,

a total change in me occurred

I was a new me, a new creation !

I am happy I possess my purified soul !

©®-Sarala Balachandran

2/10/16

THE RHYTHM ........

All along I was dancing to his rhythm

which was taking me nowhere !

I  composed a new rhythm of love

to suit the lovers that we are !

Come, my love, dance to my rhythm

the sweet rhythm of love  !

Listen to the melody playing nearby

by the deaf and mute

echoing in my ears !

They are playing the violin,

the sweet music of our love !

A thorn in my heart

hearing the disabled playing music

for no return, only making

others happy !

Come, let us go and greet the

children and hug them tight

Buy them some gifts

as the festivals are on

to make their hearts joyful

which is our Master's command !

Let's obey Him and serve Him

The greatest joy ever !

©®

Sarala Balachandran

2/10/16