“through the act of living, the discovery of oneself is made concurrently with the discovery of the world around us. . ."

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

I, the pawn

Like a sullen orb of mercury
He sprawls across the chessboard
Surrendered, to be shaped
As destiny wills him to be.

Earth trembles,
The board shakes;
Sluggish, he slithers
From one square to another.

Wind blasts,
The board shivers;
He slides from PQ2 to PQ4.

Fire spreads,
The board burns;
He waits, untouched,
Watching the curling
Chessboard of life.

********** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 23-12-2008


  1. Fantastic. See, what a conflagration the spark has done!

  2. There was an astute observation by Bashir - that he liked to watch yourpoem/mycomment/mypoem/yourcomment/ and how they complement each other. Well, here's to some more mutual backslapping at Keerti! ;)Thanks, Venu

  3. It is well written ....very good


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