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Krishna Baalu Poem
Poetry is life's sonnets
Sung in tunes of the beating heart
Through pleating words of wisdom
Into a lace of pearls
Every kind of poetry
May be romantic; idealistic; realistic
Thus;
Pinches the inner senses
and kindles the spirituality
In every soul
In one way or other
Ultimately!
Krishna Baalu
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Cool monsoon evening
Tender cold breeze!
Still dark clouds on the western horizon
In the back drop of the factory chimney
And the crest of the church and temple!
In a perfect silhouette!
Chirping home bound birds
Bleating goats on the mud hills
The whistling passing train at a distance!
Occasional cold swirling winds
Beats the window shutters
and
Brings
The odor of pollens and petals of flowers
And burning smell of rubber scrap!
The plunged darkness behind me
Added perfect contrast
Of the vivid nature outside!
The prolonged silence in the ambience
And the loneliness in my life;
Making my mood to swing to the nature
With no friend or foe around me
Except
the hot cup of tea beside me!
I just slide on the window shutter
Seeing GOD everywhere!
But resigned my self to my loneliness!
yet;
With content in life;
For what I had
I have
And be;
Deriving every pleasure
From every whisper and fragrance
Passing through the window!
Fleeting my ears and cheeks!
Drop of showers
Trickling my hands!
Praying GOD
To upkeep this
Just ambience
For ever till me!
Nothing more
Nothing less
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Yesterday in our Minds
Today in our Eyes
Tomorrow in our Hopes
Creation in Merry Go Round
GOD sitting pretty
On the LEAD HORSE!
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It was raining then with showers sweeping the town
With cool droplets driven by the breeze panning from dawn to dusk!
Prickling my lips my eyebrows my cheeks
Swinging my memories from butterflies of the yore!
Around my elementary school of age
Every fresh drop of rain smells as fresh as new earth
Tastes as sweet as nectar of the core!
Come Monsoon each time quiver each cell in me,
Kindles every memories in deep
Brings back my bygone smells of broken pencils,
Tender sweats, wonder scent of girl friends of mine
Each year each monsoon I grow year young by year young
I grow year after year; in leaps and bounds
in a hurry younger and younger
Close to my school close to my habitats close to my town
Like in a man machine, but in a memoirs machine
Back to life!
Krishna Baalu
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Yesterday’s truth
To days fallacy!
Flat Earth;
Revolving Sun;
To day’s truth
Tomorrow’s fallacy!
Big Bang
Dark Matter;
The Past is Future
The Future is Past
In between
There appears to be a Present
For a moment;
But;
The eternal Truth
Remain true for ever
Before;
During;
After
And for ever!
The Niraakara
Nirguna
BRAHMA!
Is a Spiral
It’s Tail in its own Mouth!
No Beginning
No End!
But keeps
Us showing all!
As if there is
TIME!
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Apostle you
Agnostic me
When turnaround
You me
I you
But all around
Its HE!
Krishna Baalu/14-07-2009
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Naughty Knot!
Tail in Mouth
End in Beginning
The Spiral; Deep obscurity!
Depth in light years
Death is oblivious
Birth is blindfolded
But
Life is cognizant
For eternity
This Mystery
Is enigmatic!
Krishna Baalu/25-07-2009
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t was too late then!
When I loved you I ought to have loved you then and there!
But I dreamt a while, floated in cloud
Gathered a flower of lily or two, travelled through my own time
But;
It was too late then;
I reached the summit
Thanked God and Moon on that full Moon Day
Cursed the chillness around in the lake,
Far away in urban jungle, far away from the maddening lights
The floating fog in the fading dusk
Washed my car comfortably
Wiped my shivering fingers off
Tucked my t shirt inside the blue jeans
Left the leather belt dangling in a hurry
No man around, no breath around
But chirping birds in the distance clouds
But forgot to check my heart for its beats
My love was deep asleep by then
By then it was too late;
Here where I failed to connect
The body and soul-the life and death
If I was alive I would have dead by now
Since not, I am immortal now
I am floating around
I see me sleeping in the car seat sitting pretty
So serene, so calm so peaceful
I ought to have loved you then and there!
With courage and conviction!
KRISHNA BAALU/07-11-2010
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My friend!
As the kids say in the TV ad
My bestttt friend!
But;
He left a twinge in my heart
Before he departed
He gave no sign of no-return!
I sit in my terrace alone
Feeling that loneliness
A deep inside silence
That he left on my surroundings
That he wounded on my heart
Still aching and not able to come to terms
Not able to reconcile myself;
The vacant chair before me
Revives my pain in my heart
The silence in the ambience
Fears my feelings further
The sounds generated by my family and my pet
Makes no consolation makes no concession
My family is around taking care of me
Getting my coffee getting my supper
On time on demand
But I sit in my chair
Staring at stars!
Finishing small after large after small and on!
But some vacuum feeling is squeezing my heart
Some frustration some helplessness
Is chasing me from dawn to dusk
That vacant chair before me!
Causing pain in my heart
Those were the evenings
We spent moments of
Sharing laughing politics
Current affairs, movies and families!
Wealth and health!
He too was irresponsible
He left that pain in my heart
He left such a vacuum for all
He ought to have taken care of his heart
but
he allowed it to block;
and left a pain in our hearts! Forever!
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Yet another new year -in
Another bad year –down
The last ‘day ‘going down on the west
Let’s cheer each other for a sunny new year ahead
New sun to appear on the east next morning
Let’s gather and cheer each other to night
On the terrace of the urban jungle
On the back drop of the mustard dusk on the west
The raging dust on the east
The home bound birds in the sky
The jingling cattle’s on the earth
Preparing ourselves for the party
Over a drink or over a prayer
Does not matter
But let‘s sip optimism’ to night
And leave the rest to fate or almighty
We are but sure, it’s not going to be all roses ahead
For the rule of the nature
We are but sure it’s all going to be the “hope” all ways
For the mind of the mankind!
We dance, we shout, we cry, we laugh
Tired, then,
We down ourselves on the floor
Tired through the years
Leaving the rest on Almighty
Another year to wait for celebration
Another year to lead the life ahead
Resting our poise on God
To set the alarm as usual
On the next first day of hope
Once again!
Happy New Year!
Krishna Baalu/31-12-2011
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