held helplessly in the hyponotic gaze
of the full moon i sway
the sea is the charmer’s flute
i - the drunken snake
mesmerized by this magic

the cold shock of the nightly surf surges
from the tip of my toes to
the peak of my consciousness
i’m lost
and i find myself
all in the same moment

i rise with the swell of the tide
anticipating each breaker
with closed eyes
just feeling the sandy waters swirl
******* away at the ground beneath my feet
i’d gladly fall and be swept away
i’ve let go

i am at peace

there isn’t a better feeling
there isn’t a greater pleasure
there is no where i’d rather be tonight
except with you
on this beach

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   26.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

the most difficult words to say
are those that lie in that unexplored space
between the said and the unsaid
that which was spoken was understood
furthermore you did divine much of that which wasn’t
but there are some salient sentiments
that begin somewhere in the depths of myself
traverse  the tricky path to my lips
and die there
incognito

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   27.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

My mind, spinning red like the spokes of your bicycle,
Dazed by halted slumber, lying flat and still.
The weight of Doubt pressed his callused hands
Upon my chest and at my laudable resistance,
He laughs.

I sink.

Dreams laced too vividly with haze-dusted fears,
Lasting in wake as only nightmares can.
Gaining strength with each repression,
Defiant, cold, and sharp,
Burns into thought to tease this somber heart.

Soaring downhill,
Wheels spin in unison without control.
The friction of conflicting realities
Ignite the fire in my core.
Cooling tears of salt and guilt fail to douse the flames.

Snapshots from the dreaming reel,
Float,
Snide toward my gated heart.
Falling.
Slow.
Elegant as sonnets torn in cruel haste
From the gold-gilded diary of a closet poet.

Once,
I built a city.
Quiet, serene, pretty.
All of my people were quite content
With a world of no sudden movement.

Then,
Someone came along
And sang a fast song.
It gave the people something to savor
And it caused their loyalty to waver.

So,
Everybody decided to leave.
A fact I still cannot believe.
**** that exciting song of temptation.
I tried so hard to change this situation...

Now,
I have a city.
Quiet, serene, pretty.
But I was abandoned by all.
Now all I have left are my walls.

Its a place where all the Fairies dance and sing,
Happily in a Fairy Ring,
Dancing all around;
Making a happy sound!

They dance and sport around the Fairy Queen,
They're sometimes called Fairies of the green,
In Springtime you might hear their laughter ring;
As they dance in a Fairy Ring.

Let us join hands together,
Let us always be Fairy friends forever,
Let us join hands and sing;
As we too form a Fairy Ring!

*~Marian~

in the ***** of the silver waves
grew a single water lily
speckless and spotless
the colour of pure milk
a private bud, it lay unopened
till the night it blossomed
complete, open, a whorl of whiteness!
exquisite in its secluded state
it pondered sadly on its fate
alone –
awash with an awful ache
it looked upwards towards the great black lake
so much similar to its own address
with just one exception that made the biggest difference
like a mirror leading on to a parallel universe
another swirl of bright white flowered
not alone but surrounded
by many young buds!
how wonderful thought the lily
how cheerful that bloom must be
to live thus accompanied by family
so pining it withered
feeling unloved, unwanted
never knowing that from above
the moon watched wailing
“how full of life was that lovely flower
alas! alas! how I loved her!
never could I have the courage to tell her
she - a brightness lit from within
and i a mere rock
with no light of my own”

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   25.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish