I'm sorry that when you think of the past
you don't see it like i do
instead of sharing skin inside blades of grass
you don't think of it like i do
where grey clouds are always out
you don't remember it like i do
where blue skies shined all the time
i just can't help but think
you don't see it like i do

she's not here anymore
so why don't I just
go away

her car is here, her home
is here. Even her cat is here
And her gardens are, too

sailed on and on
It's over, it's been over,
her shadow's parked on those hallways

she's not here anymore
so why don't I just
go away

Stranger,
why do you choose
to stay wrapped in this mystery
when the sunshine beckons you
to leave behind the conch
that shelters you and listen
to a song other than that of the sea
step out of your (with)drawing room
be a guest for once
explore these gifts i bring you
choose which ones you’ll keep
discard the ones you don’t need
but do take a look at what is offered
hide not behind the curtains
forgo the fabricated veil
unwrap yourself hand and foot
rejoice in your own vulnerability
fall, get hurt, nurse your wounds
trust and be betrayed
in the end you’ll  only find
these trials have made you stronger
to find your very own Excalibur
take a risk
take a chance
let me in
for i do wonder
what it is like
to be in your head

but more than that
i ponder
what it is like
to be in your heart

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  21.01.2013
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Everyone's a poet to some degree
you don't have to rhyme
you just have to use your words purposefully
there are the self-procliamed poets
and then those who fail to see
that the words that they use  
and the cadence they choose
are all a form of poetry