The apparition stands out
in the background of a tyranny
the final remnants
in an empty existence.
Something cracks
and words tumble out
battling themselves.
A creeping dream withers
crumbles and dies.


The dragonflies flitter
they’re happy.
My mind flutters-
it lives.

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
23/11/06.
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