11/14/11

HER HONEY DEW ON MY LIPS
By K.Balachandran


The sudden blush,
makes her look
like a flower,bloomed
in the wrong season.
Isn't she slyly asking for a kiss?
Really, love is the flush
on the face of this beauty.
The lover of beauty in me
surrender before this candidness.

She slightly turns and
touches my fingers
as if still in the embrace
of sleep,in a lethargy sensual.
Her flowing hair has the fragrance
of newly ripened wheat
We both could hear
our hearts beat, a symphony together
we lost ourselves
in the elation of that moment

My fingers sweep her hair
like the breeze caresses
the grass in the valley.
She was overwhelmed
with an emotion
that couldn't be easily distinguished
My lips gently brush
the hot spot of her blush.
I was electrified,
heard the breeze
shaking leaves, whisper
endearments that tickle trees.
That moment demands,
I go out of control
and taste honey dew of her lips
with my quivering lips.


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K.Balachandran has been writing news stories and features almost two decades for a mass selling newspaper(1.5 million copies in the last count) which brought him face to face with dramatic moments of human existence ranging from rare ecstasies to bitter disappointments;a roller coaster ride incomparable that helped to gain valuable insights.But what became a casualty in the bargain was creative expression and precision in the use of language, as language to a journo was a mere tool for basic communication.Now a penitent, writing poetry is his antidote which he does in English, Malayalam, his native tongue and Tamil.
He lives in the coastal town Thiruvananthapuram in Kerala, the lush and green State at the south west sea board of India, a prime tourist destination known for it's scenic beauty which incidentally is the original spice country sought by Greeks, Romans and Phoenician's from time immemorial.