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

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Wooden Furniture

How many times, weary of life

Have I slumped betwixt your arms!

How many nights, dreary of life

Have I sought support of your top!

On you, my table, I rested my head

As if you were my lover's chest!

I gripped thee, in anguish so great

As if you were his shoulders broad!

I pressed my breasts, raking with sobs

Hard you were, silent to my woes.

I leave you now; this note, my last,

Let not the winds sweep it off.

***********Balachandran, Trivandrum, 16.05.2009

(Thanks to Kalpana Parashar for the idea)


  1. This is truly magnificient..You have taken a desk and made a lover, friend, or other in this write...Love it!!!!


  2. Excellent idea.
    Nicely articulated.
    We must thank
    "Kalpana Parashar" too.


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