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Saturday, May 30, 2009

In the sunshine of my love

Love is like a many-coloured rainbow.

Many more shades, many more hues,

Than the sky could ever paint.

In one end of the spectrum is the love of self

The other end eyes never ever can reach.

Each shade, each tinge, each glint of light

Gleams for each that gave me their love.

But, my love, do not ask me how I glow for you.

And ask for whom else I do

And whether it shines brighter for you.

Do not, please, compare

Do not, please, ask if I love you more.

As the light of my love falls on your beautiful face

Drawing light into you like a prism

Instead of scattering, you converge

Me into a single beam of light

Of the stars

Of the moon

Of the sun

That shines forever and ever.

Then think no more of the myriad of colours

Just close your eyes and bask

In the sunshine of my love…

******** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 29.05.2009


  1. love,indeed has a lot of questions to ask ! lot of pains to inflict and above all, a whole lot bliss to bless with :)

  2. Honestly,makes me go cold and lousy.The emotion inside is sinking me in a way,since I am such a simple creation myself.I get lousy and firm when it comes to the complications of 'love'.Love is simple.It's just innocence.However honest and transparent one is,the last clarification is been asked,the details been nagged,comparisons and confrontations are called for.

    Pathetic and call it love.I am such a humble creation..Let me eat and drink.Let me read and murmur.Let me sing & dance under the shower..Because I am such a miserable creation.


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