the morning mist in my eyes
translates onto paper
rainbows born of my tears.
ink turns to fluid gold
and dances across the pages,
every verse earns its space.
Oh! Seller of Colours!
You've painted my day!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   21.03.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

i was wearing a black and white
striped dress
one said i looked like beetlejuice
some said I looked like a mime
some said I reminded them of a prisoner
others said I looked like a barcode

i was all of those things
and none of those things
all
at
once

sleeping next to you,
your breath tickling my shoulder,
my head spun and my heart grew,
as the night got colder.
a twist of legs, a heavy sigh,
a smile set in morning sun.
waking up by your side
was like a prize i had won.
at last,
the boy i pined after was mine.
but my bliss went missing soon,
and though the morning had been fine,
he was gone by afternoon.

Travellers winding on a starry road
Where to go, where to go
She eyes the moonshine sparkling
Through each corners of the holes
Of the world where darkness consumed
Every little tear
Every little heartbeat
She looks onto him
With starry eyes that fade to light
Searching for a sunlit sky
Why do the stars lie beneath our feet
He asked
She held his hand into the dark and said
Maybe because we are not meant
To gaze above the stars and dream
But put our dreams in the sky and let it shine

You can read my text
You can like my text
You can comment on my text
You can even hate my text
But understand these compositions aren’t for you
They’re for me... and her.....but mostly me.

Sometimes I read them as if I was brave enough to send them
Sometimes I read them in her voice, in my head
Sometimes she smiles and laughs, still in my head
Sometimes she just sighs and fakes a laugh
If in my head I picture her with much scorn I tear it up and start again

I wonder if she’d like these thoughts
I wonder if she’d like me more
I wonder if she also writes
Her love letters were so beautiful, of this I am sure

I have heard it said,
That the lonely people stay in bed
And order
Pizza,
Pepperoni.
Oh if only I was lonely
I would call for cheesecake pie
And then I'd sigh and order
Pizza too.
Would you?