I eat the right food, I have the right friends
I buy the right clothes to keep up with the trends

I know the right people, I'm right in my head
Every morning I get up on the right side of the bed

I write the right lines and play the right songs
I sing the right melody when I'm singin' along

But when I'm with you, suffice it to say
I want to do the wrong thing in all the right ways

I can't find the right words, so I'll let my lips speak
Heavy gasps are the only response that I need

I'm right in the moment and you're right there beside
upright and downright, from your side to mine

We're electric
It's hectic
I push and you pull
we both love it *****
put our feelings on hold

No more right, no more honor
No more straight and narrow

I want dark, I want sin
I want lust by the barrel-full

Let's make all the wrong choices
Let's do all the wrong things
Let's walk the bad path
  and learn what wrong
             really means

Scraps of poetry are all it takes -
whoever says words are “sweet nothings”
is so sorely mistaken
and has never known that intellectual ******
that comes from reading emotions
in perfect juxtaposition

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   09.12.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Most women do not
cook and and clean house
in preparation
for violent invasion.
But you did,
the countertops ache for lack of dust,
the appliances self-conscious in their sterility.
More than sufficient-
for anybody but the figure on the doorstep;
who, using only a key
has already torn through
your first, only, and tastefully painted
line of defense;
has pulled pins from verbal grenades to throw upon
bursting into the kitchen,
where you waited
white tablecloth of surrender and
tea like a peace offering.

Today is the anniversary of nothing
The birthday of almost
And could-have been
On this fence post,
Balloon heads hang in shame
Their white faces
Grimly fixed upon the ground

Full of wasted breath

I looked up at the night and saw the stars
All waltz down in a resigned unity
Falling slowly as if in a rain
Stars set in motion like ships in the sky
They were planets, dendrites
They took the shape of many things.
Disastrous, graceful, but I was unafraid.
I beheld an effigy. Endless, proud, and floating
Sheer and illuminated in the gleam of it all.

Stationed from my watch, I wondered.
I appraised my worth against this sight
Taken by the hand, I was pulled away
And realized  I am completely helpless.
Unimpassioned, I let the days melt away
Time stood still, but was all used up
I watched and watched, it was the end.

I could hear the bombs and feel the flashbacks
I was a fighter, but the battle was stale.
The moon was neon, teased and stretched like elastic
Bitter with the competition,
He was desperately pleading with me
Saying, go to bed.