The White Snow Glitters In Dying Sunlight,
Underneath Lie Frostbitten Dead Flowers,
I Know Not Of How To Stay Warm Tonight,
The Sun Slowly Dropping Every Hour,
The Tables Have Turned In Utter Despair,
My Muscles Screaming With Every Step I Make,
My Heart Lies Limp And Lame In Winter's Stare,
My Throat Laughs Yet My Soul Is Full Of Ache,
My Lips Chapped And My Eyes Frostly Glazed,
I Walk Aware Of The Panthers And Crows,
I Know I Am Their Prey--My Judgement Hazed,
Creatures Watch As I Walk On Bare Corn Rows,
Yet My Brothers Watch From This Whitened Wood,
I Knew They Would Save Me--I Understood

I take it all into account
The love, the pain, their lack of count.

I list the trees, the sea,
The dirt, the ***,
The He, the She,
Our ability to see...

I add, subtract and multiply
And also add the fear to die
And our tendency to cry...
The food, the bed,
The relief of paying off a debt,
The smell of books,
The first-line hooks,
The hate, the disappointment
And the joy to find an ointment...

I cry, I laugh, but mostly think
And finally dip the goblet and start to drink,
As I know that soon my mind would find another truth
And I might lose my grip and step away from
The fountain of youth.

hypocrite memories and perjuring core
deceive me repeatedly

every single recollection i have
is swathed in our smiles

a remembrance of the depths in your eyes
that left me always mesmerized

that window stands as a memorial
to impatient vigils

and your every word-kinder than those of others
rings forevermore in my ears

somewhere the paths diverged
no more we walked as one

yet try as i may i cannot remember
when or how that was done

and maybe that is for the best

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   28.12.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

the darkness enclosing me,
as the light switch flipped.
walking blindly across the room,
feeling my way to the bed where,
you take my hand and finish guiding me,
next to your side.

the darkness still wraps about me,
as the switch flips,
and the path to the bedside hasn't changed;
but there's no outstretched fingers to grab onto,
to kidnap me from reality,
and guide me to my dreams.