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Tuesday, March 6, 2012


The silken hair that brushes past my arm and moves away like a breeze

Leaving me still, leaving a fragrance that makes me close my eyes

and think of nothing -

That look Waheeda gives - come hither- and sings

'Jane kya tu ne kahi'

Meenakumari dressing up for her husband

Nargis asking the moon to hide behind clouds

Madhabi Mukherjee singing, swaying in the swing

Dimple with her heart going thud thud in the flickering flames...

Listening to Lata, to songs spanning decades, I lie, letting the flood

of memories

Of beautiful women, so painfully beautiful, hurting me

Hurting me, all the while I ask for more pain...

Sharmila tells me 'Nindiya na aaye...'

I look at you, women, at your curls and wish

You would smother me in them;

When I die I will carry

Your scent with me.

I look at you, women, at your dark, liquid eyes

That makes me want to drown in them

The sweat beads that I will lick

Your tremulous lips that I will kiss and

Breath in deep you, as I nip your earlobes.

I look at you, women, at your slender fingers

And imagine them tracing patterns on me

Your smooth, rounded shoulders I will stain with my kiss.

As your arms encircle my head and press my face gently

To your softness, in great tenderness -

All I have to do is to close my eyes

And Time and Space would cease to be.

******* Balachandran V, Alappuzha, 05.03.2012


  1. I should have saved this post to be read post work Balan..:)

    Very intense, very passionate :)

    I have more to say; but later.

  2. Got to read the lines all over later.
    I sense them passionately haunting.

    But I wonder if this would somehow make amends for a universal and biological fact that you stated in the post a few days before- of the blood sucking...? ha , just in lighter vein.

  3. Really passionate,Balan.

    At moments of ecstasy, I have thought myself the best way to die would be being smothered by the breasts of the woman you love.

    "That age is best which is the first,
    When youth and blood are warmer;
    But being spent, the worse, and worst
    Times still succeed the former"
    Robert Herrick

  4. @Insignia: I am waiting... :-)

    @Kavita: Imagination is always better than reality!!

    @Anil: You guessed it! :-D

    @Dr Antony: I've missed you here. Interesting to note R Herrick - one of my favorite poets.

    What one could not do/ could have done in the youth - well, the mind is always young, though sometimes the body is not up to it!!!

  5. For those who may not recognize the scenes :

    1. Waheeda Rehman in Pyaasa

    2. Meenakumari in Sahib Bibi aur Gulam, singing Piya aiso jiya me.The sheer loveliness of that sequence!

    3. Nargis in Shree 420 (?)Dam bhar jo udhar mukh

    4. Madhabi in S Ray's Charulata. Of course Lata is not the playback singer, but that scene is unforgettable. I was in love with MM for a long time just because of that movie! :-)

    5. Dimple Kapadia in Rudali, singing Dil ghoom ghoom kare...

    There are many more of this genre, where the beauty of women have been immortalized.


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