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You asked me where I wanted to fall in love

And all I could think was, "In your arms"
 Oct 2012 Cat Otherwise
Brycical
Today I don't believe
in love at first sight.
It's been replaced by lust;
a look of stalking prey
without any real understanding of "who"
but rather "want."

I must have believed in it
when I met you
millions of years ago--
our eyes synced together,
and for only a passing moment
we must have grokked each other--
forging an early link in the chain
called our timeline
through the fire within our molten third eyes,
binding our spirits together in the metal with lightning
from our hearts
and a hammer of certainty
as we saw each new life
we were to live had us meeting
all over the world, from Denmark to ancient Mexico
to Egypt to The Light past the darkest parts of outer space.

That's the only explanation
that makes sense,
why I don't believe in it today,
because it's already happened ages ago.
for Summer Breeze.
koyel koyel  sing sweetly
field are lovely green neatly
      earth and sky not change for mine
     shall i;captured that all for you?
tell me ;want what mine in me?
      my crime is what ?i love you ;yes
    to whom shall i love?you are mine
smile want i not angry face
     when will come your sound rhythmic
    fathom or meter which measure for it.
                       koyel koyel sing sweetly!
                        fields are lovely green neatly!
blood red
dancing peacock
adorns right
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                    dholak and  shehnai
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                              play rhythmically
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                                     on left    
                                                        ­                       hennaed hands
                                                           ­                           rekindle
                                                                ­              my  bridal memories
stolen glances
of dream-filled eyes
the anticipation of a new life
                                                            ­                                                                 ­     mingled with apprehension
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                        at straying off
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                              familiar roads
                                                        ­faith tied everything together
                                                       and coloured my hands today


- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   14.10.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
dholak and shehnai are traditional Indian musical instruments.
 Oct 2012 Cat Otherwise
josieboux
Is this what you wanted?
I guess now you’ve won
The battle is over
It had never begun

The dawn came as always
The day must return
With it your silence
Of that I have learned

But tell me one thing
It’ll take but a minute
Were you there for me?
Or did you simply want to win it?

If one day we meet
Pause not in remembrance
I promise you I won’t
Not then, not now
Nor everyday since.
You
tease, excite
entice me surely
promise to melt slowly
eager tongue can’t bear waiting
illicit desire awakens, pulling myself back
you though, stronger one, seductively luring me
you deliciously forbidden serving of chocolate ice cream!

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
I'll never be able to stick to my diet!!! :(
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