Awake in a shattered window
Glass pain made of the Plain of Existence
Broken pieces of our lives upon the ground
Blissfully unaware of what has befallen
Shattered conception……
Complete with cutting sharp edges of reality
When you try to fix the pieces
When you try to pick them up
It cuts you,
Bleeds you,
Drains you,
When they fall, let them stay
Walk softly with a tender foot
Proudly with a callused heal
Craft a new glass with fingertips
Break the old with a closed fist

I want you to see the hole in my shirt
where your heart went through like a Colt 45,
and opened a dream at the back of the neck.

Here,
let me unbutton it for you.

With the unveilment of night, you were invisible in my room.
I traced the map of my floor many times traveled and found you.
Darkness, it tied together our hands-
with a warmth of smoky shadows blown out brownstone windows.

I always hated sharing a bed at night, cramped feet kicking out,
but with lips locked together and greedy fingers grasping,
I felt myself falling prey to the devil called love.

Would you stop for a minute
and lie down by my side,
look up at the stars with me
beneath this blue night sky?

Would you tell me your story
your secrets and your fears
and trust me to keep them safely
as we peel away the layers?

Would you take me as I am
hurts and tears and all?
and seal each scar with a kiss
help me stand up when I fall?

Would you hold my hand and walk with me?
I’ll stay forever by your side
dance together to some private melody
forgetting the passage of time?

Would you believe me when I say
that I’ll catch you when you stumble?
I’ll never let you fall
won’t let our world crumble?

Would you let me
lean on you when I’m tired?
and protect me from harm
so not even death can tear us apart?

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
14.12.2012

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two smiles on either shore,
an ocean of tears lies in between
how does one even swim across-
all i can do is drown!
softly treading water
escaping the shards of lost dreams
sometimes my heart shattered
and there are some that i have broken
there is much kindness that i do not deserve
and yet much kindness is due to me
in this mist of shifting identities
how do i navigate-
all i can do is lose myself!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   16.12.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish