Turning it inward, the first thing I noticed
Was the paleness of the Blue.
As I scanned, colours of different hues appeared
A bright saffron Red that excited me,
Greens, strange, I always felt erotic
Browns of barren lands and then
The White of the snow-capped hills.
I shook the Glass and Viola'! it turned
To a Kalaiedoscope.
Sparklers and bangle pieces
Tinted glass and tiny beads - I shake -
And marvel at the myriad of love.
Love, in its infinite patterns, Love
That I knew, and that I didn't
Each design, falling into place
So different from the other, so unique!
I shake, I roll and yet another appears
How disturbing, how fragile, how tender it is!
I stand still, lest my arms shake,
And trying to forget, at least for the moment
That the beauty before me
Is of broken pieces of glass...
******** Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 17.06.2012