SARALA BALACHANDRAN

SARALA

BALACHANDRAN

When I Need You ...

When my longing rises from

The core of my heart

Will you come to meet me?

At midnight past twelve

When its pitch dark and the

grey owl hooting!

When I need you most and?

loneliness surrounds me at night

lying with no sleep-in sight

Will you come and sing lullabies embracing me showering me

with your sweet kisses?

When I want to fly thru the clouds

When the sky is dark and grey

With stormy wind blowing away

Will you hold my hand and fly with me?

My love?

When it is cold and shivery at night

will you come and embrace me

to keep me warm and cosy

stroking my hair unruly n unkempt

planting a kiss on my forehead!

Unimaginable Love ...

She looked into the mirror

After many days

Her hair unkempt her skin dried up with patches all over

Her eyes lost the shine which once many men admired and wanted to date her

Wearing torn clothes

Made her look shabby altogether!

She had no penny in her purse to buy some bread

She sat tired and weary

Throwing up her hands

In frustration

A firm grip on her waist

She felt

Turned back and saw a

Handsome youth stretching his hands for her to hold

Hesitated, she had no choice, she held his hands

Just to hear the words

I love you baby now and forever!

The two hearts beating fast and sparkling eyes started to speak . the unending love for each other. the beginning of an unimaginable love!

Grey Hair With Grace ...

When I was thirty plus

I had beautiful tresses

Thick and black

To add to my beautiful face and body

I cared for my hair so well

With oil treatments and spa

Every head turned when I walked past

wooing my beauty

I toiled for my family of four

As a single parent

Gave them good education

And brought them up well!

Now I have reached my fifties

with same grace

With silvery hair which now

Adds to my image so powerful!

I am happy to have my precious hair

still, thick n wavy and the silver threads

Add to my grace at fifty plus!

I still have to go a long way

Looking beautiful with my flawless skin

and beautiful eyes!

I thank God i still have good

Vision and no need to wear specs to read!

Am I not a beautiful woman?

I look into the mirror often

And admire myself as a beauty queen

at fifty plus!

I keep brushing my hair often

To make it tidy and shine

And I love my silvery hair!

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SARALA BALACHANDRAN

SARALA BALACHANDRAN residing at Kolkata west Bengal India with her family. Is a regular contributor to OPA. Her poems have been published in national and international anthologies.