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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Smug about Signature

Some people admire my signature.

I too do.

The sweeping strokes

The V like the prow of a racing snake boat

The aerodynamic slant to the right –

It looks like a Roman galleon

About to ram into the midriff of an enemy ship.

I love to scribble my signature.

In bits of paper, in office vouchers

In letters to the editor and beg to submits.

Every signature reflects my mood –

Angry, tense, happy, sleepy, sad, content

Confident, shaky, casual, sharp -

The swirls and whorls, the strokes and strikes

Wax and wane in the tides of my mind.

Every signature screams - look at me, look at me

Vanity, trying to impress in vain.

Not much changed in the nearly forty years

Since its inception.

Neither have I, much.

Not much

In a signature.

*********** BalachandranV, Trivandrum 24.05.2009


  1. It seems that you can write a poem on anything and everything in this world :-)
    The dwindling of thougths into words is amazing

    Every signature reflects my mood –This is fantabulos

    K B

  2. Balan, what can I say. You are such a prolific writer. You grace the page with everyday activities turning them into masterful works of art....


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