a quiet in my head, the words are left unsaid
and sting on the tip of my tongue
the tears have dried and salt stains my bruised cheeks
I don't want to eat
I don't want to see
my eyelids fall and I descend into a dark hole
the looking glass into my soul, with a blood-stained lense
I struggle for air, my veins are stretching ready to tear
I don't even care
take this pain far away, let me go to my escape
I need a pause -- an extra five
I'm struggling to stay alive
my back lies on the cold ground
I don't hear a sound

Care for them
They are alive!!
They yearn for love
They yearn for your love

Give them water
Give them air
fresh air is considered best

And finally give them land
Loads of it

Its supposed to be beautiful
Its supposed to enchant you
and make you want for more

But.... *does it actually?

my dreams are
the texture of the earth
softened by the monsoon
a clairvoyant fragrance rises
from the green sprouts
pushing their way through-out
and through-in
my rain-coloured mental canvas
a cool drop snakes down
my ready spine
i’m dissolved
in the frissons that ensue
even as your warmth
embraces me
every numbing night
the winds detach the flowers
from every mourning tree
and i give you myself
as you rain on me
incessantly

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   13.06.2013
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