death is laced with colours no eye can see
i saw it yesterday
resting on a twig
on a cold manhole cover
against which it looked so alive
-- it seemed to be comforted
brown wings pulled close, tips almost touching,
against the tiny white shell of its chest,
speckled with black
a tiny beak welcoming the chance to grab
at an interminable silence
--neither ugly nor morbid
but gently pretty,
the presence of death
affirming life.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   06.07.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

// too many ideas
   &     not being able to think of
only one to do //

I'm placing my love for you in a
Crystal clear bottle
With a red cork.
Bottled up just for you
And gently releasing it from my brown fingers
Until it splashes into the bright blue ocean.
Then it can be free to make its journey to you.

The waves and wind will wash
This bottle of my love upon the soft shore of your heart.
Bottled up just for you.

My love, the most precious essence I possess,
That I freely release into the cool ocean,
Knowing that angels will keep it safe with their black wings
Until my love arrives at the midnight shore of your heart.

Sincerely,
Destiny
July 1, 2013

In the ears of mine intention
and heart of my affection
heavier are thy words
than Mike Tyson's punches:
they struck my feelings
hard, breakimg the chords
and jaws of my passion.

Truck of snobbish display . . .
. . . plight blighted . . .
       crestfallen.

Should the sis linger more
in my marooned mind,
who hath belittled my person
and social worth?

Though i'm no Knight--
matter of fact, truly--
neither a nobleman, Miss Beauty,
with riches and a badge
of honour to show forth
my position, eminence and prestige:

wheeling thee about in a Rolls Royce
to diverse paradise of your choice;

yet deserve i no scorn of lips,
high lady,
even if belong nay to the gentry.

everyday is another day
spent without you

i still remember the day that you looked me in the face
and had it crash all down

i saw you later, laughing
as if you were so happy without me
because you were

i will never forget the tears i used on you
and how i hoped everyday you would come back

six hundred and sixty days later,
i do not wish for your presence back into my life

you are just a memory now

you may be better than he is, but you are not my world anymore
i thought you always would be

i survived that hell and got a piece of heaven

i thank you

your slurred words on the phone

your ******* up text messages

but the truth is reviled in this time
and that's all i could ask for

having your drunken truth is better than being pampered with your sober lies

darling, you may be drunk, but i love you at your worst along with your best
and hearing "forever and ever baby" shows me this is how you feel

even when you're consumed with alcohol
you're perfect