Milestone 60
Poet and author Hariharan Balakrishnan reaches one of life's significant milestones and asks a question.
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Poet and author Hariharan Balakrishnan reaches one of life's significant milestones and asks a question.
Poet Hariharan Balakrishnan muses upon his significance in the Great Order of Life.
Hariharan Balakrishnan brings a poem of pure joy - a poem to fix in one's memory.
Embedded in Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem is a thought that can lead to a well-lived life.
I'm angry with none
But happy with some
Anger takes me nowhere
But happiness eludes
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem considers the reason for human existence.
Hariharan Balakrishnan reminds us that many a poem fails to appear in neat array upon a page.
Hariharan Balakrishnan finds hope in silent contemplation.
...I did not see I did not know
Of such grace and beauty...
Poet Hariharan Balakrishnan is overwehlemd ny the grace and beauty of swan and peacock.
Poet Hariharan Balakrishnan wonders why he feels alone in the world.
Poet Hariharan Balakrishnan wonders why he feels alone in the world.
"I have no more deadlines to keep
No more targets to meet...'' writes Hariharan Balakrishnan, wondering why happiness still eludes him.
...I look back now and this I see
Toddler daughters- now women
One to be a mother soon
The other a match to anyone...
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem reminds us that a house is much more than a mere collection of brick, mortar and wood.
"I did not see I did not know
Of such grace and beauty...'' writes Hariharan Balakrishnan in this sensuous poem.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's profoundly moving poem is a reaching out to grip and hold on to the meaning of life.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem reflects the isolated feelings of a sensitive poet.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's scintillating poem asks a profound question.
Poet Hariharan Balakrishnan questions why he sets down words.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem is an expression of a desire for perfect and simple understanding.
"Why am I ever a strangter?'' muses poet Hariharan Balakrishnan.
...I walk in silence, thoughts in mind
Thoughts I share with just a few...
And lucky we are that Hariharan Balakrishnan shares his profound thoughts with us.
Poet Hariharan Balakrishnan writes:
When I talk to someone
I talk to a person
When I speak
I speak to the world
Hariharan Balakrishnan is gifted a profound comment from a friend and poet par excellence.
Hariharan Balakrishnan questions the force, the muse, which compels him to shape words into poems.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem expresses a mood of tranquil acceptance.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's evocative poem tells of the most beauiful sights on Earth.
Hariharan Balakrishnan asks himself the question which occurs to every imaginative writer.
"I am at peace, alone,'' writes poet Hariharan Balakrishnan, sharing deep feelings.
The bouncing enthusiam of a college kid leads Hariharan Balakrishnan to contemplate mortality.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem tells of Nature come to the rescue of one of It's own children - a baby bird in distress.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's profound poem concerns flight from that which is good and life-giving.
Hariharan Balakrishnan presents a wonderful remember-for-ever poem about lost love.
Dussera is the festival in India signifying triumph of good over evil. On the day that Hariharan Balakrishnan wrote this poem in 2002 India and Pakistan were on the brink of war.
Rain rains but does not reign, declares Hariharan Balakrishnan's deliciously watery poem.
Hariharan Balakrishnasn's poem tells of a man whose thoughts reach behond the din of the world.
"A poet is essentially a loner- someone who writes for himself, and to himself,'' writes Hariharan Balakrishnan in reflective mood.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem indicates that life can be expansive and extensive when there are no more deadlines to meet.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem announces that the silent man has silence for company. But there's a great deal of thought in that silent man's head.
In Hariharan Balakrishnan's magical poem a wolf's compassionate tears restore the silence of the night.
Stars are not like water, are they?
They do not find their way, do they?
Is my fist the place for them?
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem approaches the meaning of a mystery beyond resolution.
...Permanence is myth, a shining mirage...
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem reminds us that our lives last for a mere speck of time.
...Permanence is myth, a shining mirage...
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem reminds us that our lives last for a mere speck of time.
A sweltering summer's eve brings to Hariharan Balakrishnan a suggestion, a fleeting glimpse, of the greatest of all lights.
Hariharan Balakirshnan's poem expresses a detrmined optimism in facing up to another day.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's beautiful poem highlights magical moments for parent and child.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's deeply moving poem persuades us to pay attention to those in our midst who have nothing.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem challenges the reader to consider the lives of those who stand alone beyond the crowd.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem expresses a deep longing for meditative simplicity.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem emphasises the ephemeral nature of life.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem tells of the word drought which affects all writers at one time or another.
A chance encounter with a laughing toothless beggar compels poet Hariharan Balakrishnan to consider the meaning of life.
...If dreams are naught would you be you?...
Poet Hariharan Balakrishnan asks a pertinent question which may leave you pondering for many a day.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem emphasises the shalowness of "society''.
Hariharan Balakrishnan expresses thoughts which occur to everyone who tries to weave a magical fabric from words.
...The tangy fruits were all for me
I did not care for the rest
I ran back home with pride and glee...
Hariharan Balakrishnan expresses the immense joy of being young and adventuresome.
Hariharan Balakrishnan's good-humoured poem considers the feats that feet can perform!
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem brings into sharp focus the transience of human existence.
Taking a cooling shower on a sweltering Indian summer's eve suddenly fills poet Hariharan Balakrishnan with a sense of the wonder and glory of God.
Indian poet Hariharan Balakrishnan conjures another memorable wonder from mere words.
Selvi, who lives in Los Alamos, New Mexico, brings appreciative comments on the poems of Hariharan Balakrishnan whose work is now appearing in Open Writing.
Selvi and Hariharan re-established contact after an interval of 55 years and now regularly correspond.
Selvi has given permission for this e-mail to Hartiharan to appear in Open Writing.
"I was never taught to be taut,'' writes poet Hariharan Balakrishnan, glorying in things vast enough to fill a universe, yet small enough to clasp in a hand.
Today we welcome an Indian poet to the pages of Open Writing. Hariharan Balakrishnan recently published his first book of poems, A Fistful Of Stars.
Hariharan brings us a poem appropriately entitled Indian Summer.
It is preceded by an introduction to his book written by Dr. Sitakant Mahapatra who won the second highest civilian award in India on the day he wrote the preface. Dr. Mahapatra's poems have been translated into several languages and his work is read around the world.