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my subconscious writes me letters
gentle urgings -
from that deepest space
where dreams go to rest
and fears go to hide
little fragments of inspiration
that dance provocatively
only to vanish
when i rise from my stupor
little ghosts of memories past
present and future
bound up together
as unfailing reminders
that wherever i go
i will always be me

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
30.11.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
You took me from ground to sky..
You taught me how to fly..
You made me PAPA..
You prevent me from blowing off..
You taught me how to laugh..
You made me PAPA..
You give me all i want..
You taught me how to fear haunt..
You made me PAPA..
You always stand by my side..
You taught me how to decide..
You made me PAPA..
You love me as i am your soul..
You taught me how not to fall..
You made me PAPA..
You are a perfect engineer..
You taught me how to fix and gear..
You made me PAPA..
You are the best person..
You taught me how to make life an excursion..
You made me PAPA..
My first poem for my loving father.. just hope he likes it.  :)
The sad look in your eyes,
breaks my heart.
I don't know what it is,
but then I might know what it is.

I don't need to know
if you are okay,
I can see it in your expression.
The limpness in your bottom lip,
the way you shoulders are slumped over,
the way your eyes glide their way
to me and then look back at the table.

That's a stupid question.
I won't ask you that.

But I need to know
if you will be okay.

When?
I don't care when.
The sooner the better though.
But if you feel like
you will be okay,
that you can see the light
at the end of the tunnel
and find your way
out of the mess,
then that's all that I need to know.

I just want to know,
Will you be okay?
I feel.. m left in the darkness where no one recites..
M the only one who is left  behind..
I too wanna growup like every flower..
But i have to hold on till the morn..
I don't know why everyone has to pass this phase..
Even knowing these are the obvious days..
Why do i feel so low.. the dilemma and anxiety even though i know..
I want to find the way out of here..
from where my life proceeds no where..
I really don't know where to go and what to do..
All i know is to hold on till i get the right door..
I am not the star who will alwayz shine..
I am not the moon who will alwayz glow..
I am not the sun who will alwayz rise..
I am just the  part of it which wants to twinkle. .
A part of mood wch swings n  align..
But still cant fit in a proper line..
I wanna stand among the stars..
Selfless bright and always too clear..
Flowing along with soothing  glare..
Neva too fast neva too slow..
Just with steady steps n smile to show...
How do you always work
And still don't stop you clock..
How do you always shine
And still so divine you sun..
How do you always reflect..
But still so correct you mirror..
How do you always advice..
And always so wise you father..
How do you always care..
And always ready to flare you mom..
How do you always cheat..
And manage to win you liar..
How do you want to be happy
When people consider you  sappy
How do you always want to love
While people hate you you heart
How do i always write..
May or may not be satire you writing..
Something special because something different  :)
The choices I make
The countless mistakes
All of my actions
All for one purpose
For you to believe
I'll become a new me
Not for any of you
Or for those who asked
I do this just for me
To become someone better
Someone I may respect
For those to see it
Shall see the changes
From who I am now
Into the better me
Take my hand and we will fly.
Above the trees.
Higher than the mountains.
Through the clouds.
Out of this world.
And into the stars.
Here we will gaze into the lights.
You pull me closer and we lean to kiss.
As our lips touch,
the stars explode just for us.
The colors paint the black sky,
like the color of our lips painted by love.
Take my hand
And fly with me.
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