She grinds her worries up with the rest of her troubles
Rolling them up into a leaf double the size of her *******
Exhaling the pollution of the world back into the atmosphere
Suffocating the population with a final
*******.
She grinds her hips against the flesh  upon his lips
If her release is the time bomb
His licks are the ticks
And she drags him to her mouth with fistfuls of hair,
With one final kiss
She swallows his despair.
The night doesn't always have to seem so dark,
There's day light somewhere.
Even with the lights out
The sunshine of her smile
Illuminates the answers to his prayers.
Head bowed
His neck crucified between her feet.
He finds God
Belly button deep.
He takes her to infinity.
He takes her to nirvana.
Tomorrow, she can continue to **** the world
If she wanna
But tonight
He's inhaling the weight of the world off her persona
She places Jesus between his lips
Holy Marijuana.

I love to giggle!
I hope I made your day bright,
By giggling so!

*~Marian~

She blinks.
And such an ordinary unnoticeable movement
Creates movements in places he never intended to landslide.
She's a super natural rip tide
She's an extraterrestrial tour guide
To the universe
Of his dreams.
The
Space
Of her smile
Sends his pupils rocketing space-bound.
The black holes of her throat are cautiously slippery,
She wants him to drown.
She's ******* him down
Down
She's gathering him up
And escorting him around
Like shooting stars in a moonlit sky
His pupils search for the skies in her eyes
And she blinks.
She etches the disguise of his demise in her memory,
And she tattoos her name in his heart with permanent ink.

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

Its 11 pm
and you are still at work
i know there is nothing you can do about that
but there are things i wish you would do
like eat a snack in the evening
the fact that you haven’t eaten anything since lunch
worries me immensely
you tell me to have dinner and go to sleep
to not wait up for you
but in your absence food tastes like sawdust
the bed is a cold hard stone
in any case sleep refuses to comfort
my thoughts which throw up numerous questions –
are you hungry? would you have eaten? are you tired?
working late would be making you upset, are you okay?
and so on – i wish i could ignore them, not worry,
and say that you’re an adult and can take care of yourself
but i know from experience my love,
just how well you do not do that

so here i am waiting up for you
at 11 pm
hoping in futility that somehow
my worrying will help

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  09.01.2013
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Such a vast world
complex
devouring
would it not be enough
one life touched
one loved
loving back
in such emptiness
what more could be asked
seven billion
the largest fight is love
if even for just one
in seven billion
a whole other world
could be crafted
in such a light