i feel tired and spent
just like a fangless serpent
wanting to attack
thwarted by its own frailty
a mind full of thoughts to convey
spirit disobeys

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   24.09.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Tales of ghouls and trick or treats
Witches, ghosts, and things to eat
The spirit world is here to greet
It's Hallowe'en again

Soaping windows, creaky doors
Begging like addicted ******
They keep coming,  they want more
It's Hallowe'en again

Haunted houses, ghostly frights
Witches flying brooms tonight
A zombie lawyer is quite a sight
It's Hallowe'en agin

Charlie Brown and Snoopy too
Get rocks as treats, I ask...do you?
Dressed as smurfs, all done in blue
It's Hallowe'en again

The smell of fall is in the air
Tonight the kids are out to scare
I stay downstairs like I'm not there
It's Hallowe'en again

It's time to get new glasses
I can't see right when I read
A stronger pair of readers
That's exactly what I need
I just rented a movie
I was appalled at what was on
I was getting ready for an epic
But, boy, was I wrong
I wanted to be enlightened
To watch a film that touched my heart
But, I knew from the first scene
That I was wrong right from the start
I need to get new glasses
It will make it easier to see
And from the mistake with this old movie
It will save embarrassment to me
I wanted rabbis and bah mitzvahs
And the Torah and good news
but, I got a **** shark movie
Not one about the JEWS!!

Death, the dark, sultry maiden,
has made a pact with life-
her fickle, yet earnest lover,
in the very beginning:
"tempestuous, our passion play, would be
there isn't any other way, we could do it,
but we'll make the last dance together here-
the most subtle and infinitely sensual,
before changing over to the  stage, on the other side,
behind the impregnable curtain"

~~            c            l
           y                        a 
         c                          c  
                l              i
                         
        
storms in my teacup
one every day
something  to fuss over
just for this instant, just to forget
a chain-clanging ghost that lives
in the haunted mansion in my chest
                                                           ­                                           to dilute the hurt
                                                            ­                                       so I can get drunk on it
                                                              ­                                    sacrifice my consciousness
                                                   ­                                              on the altar of emotionality            

                         and then wake up suddenly one morning
                                to realize that this is silly
                                       to weep over illusions
                                                  that i’ve kept myself deluded

there aren’t any storms anymore
just me
and
you
and
happiness

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   25.09.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Behind your back, my love, my sweet cheat,
My mind, a wily bandit, in phases
Plan a series of thefts, culminating in a heist.
The shoplifter mind wants to steal a kiss quick,
"Take her heart, hold it to ransom"
My psyche, the robber, demands,
*Your soul in this heist, will be the captive-
Ultimate of  my pining  wounded soul.