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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A Thin, Bright Line

Last night you came

In my dreams.

You were sitting on a chair

And glanced sideways

At me, standing.

You looked young and slightly plumb.

You never were plumb, I thought in my dream,


You talked to me; kind words -

And smiled gently, with warmth.

Listening, I wondered happily

How you had changed.

In my dream, I remember

I wished, wistfully

At the images beginning to fade

That it wasn't a dream.

But then -

As it narrowed to a thin bright line

And then to a receding dot

In a pitch black screen -

A dove sitting on the window sill

Rose, in a flurry of wings.

**************** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 22.09.2009


  1. i too wondered if the person undergone some metamorphosis..too shock no?

  2. Where do you get these wonderful photographs ? they enliven ure blog!

  3. Such beautiful images very close to my heart Balanji.. nice to read

  4. @pjk: Thanks! I would be happy if you could care to look at the earlier poems too, at your leisure. I would value your critical opinion.


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