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

Thursday, November 5, 2009


He asked me politely, ‘ Do not write

All these sob-stuff, write about happiness’.

I turned further morose when he said kindly

‘Regret I cannot take anything away

From what you write’.

Rummaging through my trunk

I retrieved my faded, forgotten mask

Of good cheer.

Clasping it over my face

I felt good, looking in the mirror

Because I was grinning

From ear to ear.

But then, queerly, the reflection

Had empty sockets

Where my eyes should've been.

********* Balachandran V, Trivandrum 05.11.2009


  1. There is a resonant solidity to whatever you write, Balan--like the clang-clang-clang of metal on metal. Emotions, intensely put.

  2. true, a mask is never you. but we are nothing without it. what a predicament!

  3. lovely simply super, the laughter that reaches the eyes is the one that spreads the joy, the lips smile for frivilous matters

  4. No one else could have been able to put such thoughts in a beautiful manner as you have done Balanji!... All your fans, followers and readers may not come and tell you what did they have been taking away but I am sure you know it yourself what you've been giving to all of us.

  5. nice words there. gather a sense of saddness. Its funny but i tend to write when my heart is heavy. either in rage or sorrrow. when there is this urge to vent out. happiness is light and rises on the surface effortlessly. sorrow tends to sink low. i realise that most of my poetry is dark as well :)

  6. Balan,
    I liked it.
    Though it's oft quoted and cliched.
    But the fact remains that we do wear it knowingly or unknowingly.
    What a paradox! We live for Others'

  7. @vijay: Cliche' , it is. But then, what isn't? There is nothing new in the world, only the different interpretations....

  8. You said it!
    Nothing new in this world.
    Absolutely true.


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