Your eyes, flooding me,
Your anger, rousing the skies—
Rain drops with my tears.

The greater of two evils is what I seek
Never the moderate, the wise, the weak
I prefer one with a double-edged core
Whose morals wage an unending war

My satisfaction is a sadistic thing
Wanting the one who with holds their being
Give me love and affection and trust
I’ve given up more, just for lust

Though I know of what I should
I'm drawn to the fugitive could
Perhaps it is those of a clipped feather
Who flock to their destruction together

I was always so lonely
when I was with you
You spoke of the weather
and other mundane realities
yet I hung on to every word
held helplessly captive by your voice

And even now I’m solitary
long after you've evaporated
I have frequent and interesting
conversations with others
but it all seems empty
I’d rather hear you speak of the weather

- Vijayalakshmi Ramachandran
   03/09/2006
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Dreams…
They dare;
Instigate…
Enough to investigate,
Where the moon hides,
On the dark nights?
Who rules the tides?
And who sways,
The wind’s might?

Dreams…
They push;
Beyond the holding ledge,
Plunge…
Into the dark,
As dreams possess,
A glow evident;
Iridescent firefly,
Cutting stark,
Across the dark!

Dreams…
Often invincible,
An invisible might,
Ruling the strengths,
Of a doing mind!
They bloom,
A trophy of truth,
Shining over the mantle,
Radium of life!

Through the chequered opening
A colorful kaleidoscope presents
An array of lush green
A wisp of fresh breeze
A smiling sunbeam
An expanse of immaculate welkin

Through the chequered opening
I see,
A streak of rushing speed
A slice of broad wing
A naïve game of child
A glimpse of active time

Through the chequered opening
I stitch…
My work, my soul, my time

Borning as actinia blooming
Struggling, climbing, breathing
blast, mixed with deep blue
from both bottom and above

Covered by the ink of Ammonoids
Pointed by the shell of an Endoceras
Among coral reefs i chase my brothers
Under flickering star field escort my sisters

Hover amongst jaws and teeth
Flitter through tentacles and beaks
Draw lines and circles behind my tails
Trim cerulean in calming daylight beams

Peer with currents in the first beam of morning
Dwell in dark corner as the infinite indigo moaning
Watch death setting apart my kins
and years flowing by the tip of my fins

Yet cared nothing in every passing day
Still feeling strong as in my seventh ay
To the farthest side of the ocean i stray
Until age drag me to the bottom of the sea

Come with me,
On a journey
Travel the sea
With me
With me
We'll hitch a ride
On a whale's hide
Or if we get cold
From the winter wind
We can hide in his belly
He won't mind
The wind'll blow
In little drawn swirls
And we'll dance
In the belly of a whale
In the belly of a whale
You can pull the ribbon
Out of my hair
Take my lips by storm
Take me there
My dress umbrella out
Make me shout
Make me shout
I'd really like to love you
I put my hands on my cheeks
And hope my brain,
My heart, my head
Will choose to know you
You are so chic
Oh so unique

Stepping out of the shower is like stepping into reality.

In the shower, you're in your comfort zone.

You could stay there for hours and hours and be totally fine.

Then you start to get anxious.

You realize that you're getting prune fingers and you also start getting curious about what's going on outside because it feels like you've been in the shower forever.

So you step out, but not because you want to, but because it seems convenient.

The moment you step out, the world turns cold.

You were much more comfortable in the shower.

Everything in reality chills you to the bone.

It's dark and cruel and it's hard to find happiness.

You realize that what you did is a huge mistake.

But you can't go back.

That would just be silly.

You sit there and think to yourself that it's time to face the world.

And that life goes on.

Ive watched you grow and retreat
Ive seen the waves come close
And get ****** back in
I've watched the green dance with blue;
The combination of salt and air,
That soothes the rough current.
You’ve come close and pulled back,
Swallowed me whole and spit me out.
But no matter where the tide may go, the salt is always its product,
No matter how far you get from the shore,
The current will send you back again.

As the sun smirks.