Teach me, if thou can-forgetfulness!
Teach me how to forget thee, for I ain't
worthy of these feelings. I am undeserving of
thy love-for I can only dwell in and cherish it-
I cannot give thee yon pleasure, my love. Pleasure-
and its affectionate satisfaction-t'ose two-o but
amusements, the ones whom thou so dearly adore-
are but a sin to me, a sin so brief and beautiful
but even more ungrateful then the unblinking
foliage-into which I am unwilling to sink. Aye,
forgetfulness shall be a mercy to me. For in
such idiocy have I dreamed-dreamed of being
in thy lovely arms, absorbed in the mist of thy
charms. But I can never be so! Even dreaming
shall I be refrained from-I can never hug
thee-even in my deepest tempestuous fears.
Thou are t'at bizarre light that roam the stones
of my pernicious dreams. But Thou despiseth me-
how thou hate me, thou who shall never glance back
in my last breath, thou who but condemn me-I,
should t'is world be altered, shall still remain
thy sudden wound; I am but a flawed work of
insulting wretchedness. Then teach me-
teach me, my love, invade my heart-and grasp
my veins, rob my of my dearly, dearly affection-
for thee, yes, which was born only for thee-
and leave me loveless, just as no-one flatters me
and endorse my feelings, in t'is very loneliness.

I saw there, in a darkened room, in a corner
something...
curious, I venture closer
not sure yet what I see but it echoes of pain
many stories were hiding in the dark
and to me they were whispering
asking if I would but listen a while
it is frightening in here I know, said the voice
but the absence of light can be your friend
when in darkness you cannot see me
for I have been here so long I am but a hideous shadow
yet do not be afraid, just listen
I listened for so long
days on end I sat in the black gaining wisdom
when the final tale was told I pondered in silence for some time
finally I stood, bent down and picked up the piece of me
and took us out into the sunlight

the silky silver song of time
slips away through my fingers
mirroring the stars above
my mind makes moth trails
in the wind – swaying
to the tune of love
you are the day and light
i, the darkness and the night
between us hangs our world
with wordy crayons we fill
the blank spaces
never bothering to stay within the lines
your eyes they bore within me
mining me for answers
but some questions are born
without a destiny to find
purposeless they loiter
and are laid to rest among the flowers
that bloom in our silences

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   08.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

The hair that fell to my waist
Heavy like a curtain
And blonde
And parted on the side
That covered my bare *******
and got in the way of kissing
And It got stares
And It got petted
Like some fine horse
With some fine mane
A rare prize
And the drunk boy
Sitting next to me
That I didn't notice
Who was twirling it around his ***** finger
And that other man
That I didn't notice
Who became obsessed with It
His ***** fetish
And in the middle of the night
He did Those Things
So one day
I just cut It off
Above my shoulders
And everyone was sad
Why WHY why
Did you cut your hair?
But we still like It

So I just cut it off

Until it was above my ears
And I can see the disappointment
Of Everyone Else
Who doesn't understand
So sad
about It
And I smile.

So he dreams and dreams and dreams of her,
And is awakened by the light,
In his heart he loves her so,
But only in the night,
The dawn of day reveals to him,
Out of reach and out of sight!
He awaits each evenings sunset,
To drift into her shore,
And once again be held by her,
Embraced and wanting more,
The tide begins to draw him in,
The surf begins to rise,
His only hope of having her,
Is when he's closed his eyes.