poem 15 The Lute
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The Lute of mine always singing the One!
The One the oneness;
Always the One alone;
The Great Tune in multitude;
The Great Ocean in magnitude;
The Fathomless:
The deep deep blueness:
The Thunder noiseless;
The Newness playing the celestial Note;
The Never-ending enchanting Sweet!
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The Lute poem 15 rewritten on 10-3-2020
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dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath

eng nbk 168 / The Solitude Engraving/ indian poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan

nbk 168/8/10/17 indian poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan
The Solitude Engraving
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Deadly silent the night;
Frightening intuiting;
Darker than the darkest.

My heart drumming;
The church bell ringing;
Solitary notes singing
An old country rhyme!

Swinging from the horizon
To the next shore;
In the darkness shying;
To explore the mime
In the outer Space;
Like a cosmonaut swimming!

I have heard of Neil Armstrong
The pioneer;
Sure physically he is;
Am the Poet;
Metaphysically sure!

I remember the Day even now!
The Solitude engraving
My Tough Thought
In depth;
The Might
Of the imagination
Of the ever winner;
The Poet!

Ringing the church bell;!
Ringing the church bell;
Yes, it is time for the Mass!
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nbk 168 The Solitude Engraving
8/10/17
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BK 167 23-1-2017
The Birds are in the Sky
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indian poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan
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The Birds are in the Sky
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The Birds!
They are in the Sky;
May be in search of something;
That they lost;
Yesterday or day before;
Last night during sleep;
Probably; their dreams;
Their hopes or belongings;
Or even the feels;
They nourish;
The dignity; integrity;
Or their inborn music;
Their intrinsic flute;
The celestial Note!

2.
I can muse a humming!
Is it from the horizons!
From the depth of my In;
The Sanctum Sanctorum;
The x-over Infinite;
The Conundrum!

3.
The Birds!
Continuing their flight;
Round and round;
As though they are annoyed!
Chirping;
As though perplexed;
Or frightened by a hunter's gun.

4.
Clear the Sky as the mind;
Filled with good hopes;
Sovereign the the strings;
Knitting the solemn veil'
Keeping the Self so
Virgin pure;
 Musical; esoteric Sure;
The not yet explored Ever!

5.
 The Birds!
Why are they not returning;
To the Nest!
I pity;
Their helplessness!

6.
O my Brother!
Are we the dreadful;
The responsible!
The merciless feller;
The devastator!
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bk 167
indian poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan
23-1-17
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BK166 20-1-2017
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My Horizon Newer
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indian poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan
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My Horizon Newer
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Am winging to the Sky;
The strange; ambiguous;
Unknown.

More bluish the Mind;
Clear; cloudless; pute;
Transparent; the View.

A bird is accompanying;
With immense joy;
May be it is returning;
To its Nest on a tall
Banyan Tree;
In the forest;
Far far away.

I guess it is composing;
A lovely lullaby;
For her kids!

Is she rehearsing!
Or is it my own feel;
Confusing me!
Is it my own muse;
Echoing!

Is it a secret murmur;
From my own skeptical;
Translucent mythical mind;
The schizophrenic, maniac;
Unstable unbalanced often!

2.
Am in my journey;
Alone;
Yes! now clearer It is;
The Newer sure!
The Horizon!
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BK 166. 20-1-2017
indian poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan
Amazon.com Author
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BK 165 20-1-17
Never would respire
the Yellow Leaf.
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Indian Poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan
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Never would respire
the Yellow Leaf.
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Never would respire
the Yellow Leaf.

Pitying; sympathizing;
Ridiculing the Green;
The the sweet unsweet;
The eternal Fun.

The Love too; the Green and Yellow!
Still I feel; dream; long; meditate;
To postulate to design formula;
To be Ever-Green; the Everlasting!

Yes!
I have heard of a Heavenly  Tree;
Full of  evergreen leaves;
Flowers and fruits!
Never withering!

Yes!
In my inner In too;
One; One alone the Love!

"Saundarya/" "The Beauty";
Pinned  the Rishi; the Poet;
The Scientist;
The "Thriveni"
The Jnana the Knowledge!

2.
My mortal leaf  Green;
Breathing sweet round the clock;
Getting yellowed per spell;
To fall;
To get assimilated to Pridhvi;
To be the sprout the Green;
Of the "Poornam";
The Whole.

3.
Thus the Great Wheel; the Cycle;
The Music; the Love;
Spinning and spinning the Nought!

4.
Let it be Green or  Yellow;
Respiring or not;
The One the Hue;
The *Lahari
The Intuit intoxicating;
The Hymn.
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BK 165 20-1-2016
 indian poet dr.k.g.balakrishnan
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