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Monday, February 16, 2009

Words




Like fireflies they come,
Out of  the darkness around me
And I realize I am not blind.

Like dewdrops they fall,
From the canopy above
And I realize I am thirsty.

Unchained melodies, they rise 
Like white clouds from the chasm,
And I realize I am on the edge.

They chatter like leaves of the Banyan,
Laughing children running home from school,
And I realize I am alive.

Like flamingoes they lift,
Sunrays tinting feathers gold
And I realize I have a soul.

They come scampering,
Like my dogs after a bath
Shaking, spraying droplets,
Big arcs of love,
Crying, ‘Wake up! Wakeup!
Play with us!’ –

Happily, I take up the pen.
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Balachandran, Trivandrum, 16.02.2009

8 comments:

  1. Excellent Balan.
    Happily you can take the pen.
    It gets imbibed by others too.

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  2. wow...
    wonderful
    wonderful
    and again wonderful...
    words and their charisma..!!

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  3. a poem on muse..hats off..
    every line producing an image..chattering leaves,running children,doggies,dewdrops..

    loved it

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  4. @extremity: Gee, glad u liked it! :D

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  5. The way the words fly, fly and fly... You excel yourself in this one, Balan. The lines keep soaring; higher and higher they go. And you don't feel giddy because only this feeling of going higher and higher exists.

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  6. This is like cool water trickling thru my soul.. You do write with such elan..

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  7. @Sandy: Thanks, Sandy! The sound of happiness is that of gurgling waters in a stream!:)

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  8. Beautiful as usual...Let the blessings shower,

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