7/18/11

THE MOMENT
By K.Balachandran


The hint of mint
on her lips had an offer
to which my tongue
quickly said 'yes'
The scent of an
unknown flower
on her flowing hair
took me from there
to the mountain slope
in my mindscape
beside which
I had painted her
picture to make it
perfect, against
gentle foaming light.
The moment was
tender,pulsating,
her hands were
creepers coiling
my trunk,in a flurry
not to swoon so soon.
Isn't it the moment
described always
as the feeling of
wafting above
the fluffy clouds?
But hay,I never
thought I could be
swayed so easily
like this,made
of sterner stuff
could withstand the
onslaught of
such moments
I thought of myself
but eyes don't
see,ears can't hear
nose loose it's
sense of smell
I feel a thrill beyond
the prompting
of five senses
to get in to the
flow of the nature's
immense will
to find the reason
of my existence
and vanquish the
fear of all fears
and be immortal
liberate both of us
from the mortal coil
with the oracular
power love fills
in our beings
in such moments.


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K.Balachandran writes poems and short fiction in English, Malayalam and Tamil
His poems have appeared in Daily love,Short,fast and deadly, Asiawrites, Kritya and many other journals. He lives in quaint,historic city Thiruvananthapuram capital of the tropical paradise Kerala in South India.He loves to explore the territory of love from a different approach each time and with wonder find out it's "oracular powers".