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Alka Balain |
Ginger
I had left my soul behind
and forgotten my way to it.
My mystic friend had to
deliver by making me drink
the sea in his eyes.
I drift in its waters, and
he sweeps in silence.
I turn into a still wind.
I hear the bulbul notes.
I listen to what the breeze says
to the daisies that make them gaily.
I sit under the night sky and
talk with the stars, not about
myself or my friend anymore
As I savour my ginger tea, I also
tell you what my friend told me:
all are equal.
But poetry and painting
came hand in hand
and refuted us both.
They started to sing
Beak and Wings,
unexpectedly sneaking
while we played seek and run,
humbling us both.
Is there something beyond
the two creative partners?
I leave it to you to decipher
who I speak about.
***
Divine Eyes
Oceans of purity and depth.
I swim and drown in them.
The clear, pristine waters
reflect the light of our one soul.
Fluid and transparent waves,
the sun rises and sets in them.
The magnetism these eyes command
is a bridge to the divine world.
I live in yours, or you live in mine.
I cannot decipher.
In your eyes, I melt like a candle
and burn like a moth.
Those who did not see their purity
have closed their eye to love.
Don’t trust these eyes,
enemies of love say.
If I close my eyes,
will you not reside then?
Skilful thieves they are,
beguiling the soul away.
Will they have to atone
for their deceptiveness
when the jury of honour
tries them in a court and
ask them to confess their sin?
Our soul will stand in testimony
to their innocence.
How can they be charged guilty
of a crime for which they have
only been a conduit?
***
Soul Seduction
Seduction of the beloved soul
by the purest essence, Divinity.
A naked body is erotic but
is no match for a naked soul.
Seduction by an interchange
of cosmic energies,
I intertwine and integrate with
the One and Only
who activates and reconfigures,
the 5D and 3D boundaries blur.
Without physical touch,
seduction reaches zenith
in its naked truth.
My fear of oblivion dies,
for soul seduction is a forever.
***
Born and raised in India, Alka
Balain loves poetry, painting, and swimming. Her writings have appeared/are
forthcoming in Usawa Literary Review, Kitaab, AlSphere, DREICH Review,
The Green Journal, Poetry India(wing of Ethos Literary Journal), The Hooghly
Review, Journal of Asian Arts, Culture and Literature (JAACL), Indian
periodical, Live Wire, Visual Verse, Amethyst and elsewhere.
She has contributed to several
anthologies and shared poems on many platforms: Poetry Festival Singapore, DLF
Gurugram Poetry Festival, St Stephen’s College Lit Fest, and Spoke and Bird,
among others.
Alka organises literary events
for the Asian Literary Society in Singapore and is working on creating an
all-inclusive community. She spearheaded and curated indigenous language panel
discussions published on UNESCO’s Indigenous Language portal. She presently
chairs the Writing Enthusiasts’ Club of the Indian Women’s Association,
Singapore.
Her poems have been selected for
the Poetry Festival of Singapore Catharsis 2021 and 2023 and featured in the
Wordweavers Poetry Contest 2022.
Instagram: Alka Balain
(@flames_and_flowers)
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