even the gulmohur looks confused
--"where is the sun?", it seems to ask
the dark rainclouds
as it sways distractedly
outside my window,
its orange flames
flickering rhythmically,
engaged in a waltz with
the falling rain.
the bamboo --wiser,
greener, stands unperturbed
barely reacting as the
water rolls off its leanness
nothing seems to surprise
its experienced being
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
        06.03.2013
       Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Part One

Tropical Moonlit Nights full of beauty
with the singing lullaby of the waves
such a picturesque Night with twinkling stars
underneath a deep-blue sky
palm trees sway in the summer night breeze
and the hibicus flowers bloom at Night
in the morning the dewdrops kisses their satin cheeks
and the hibiscus flowers smile at the dew
which are like jewels surrounding their beauty
tropical waterfalls surrounded by ferns, moss
and tall majestic palm trees
on the water sits moss-covered stepping stones
and bubbling, flowing, and singing loudly is
the tropical waterfall which holds such infinite beauty
and sometimes when it rains a rainbow the sign of promise
will arch over the waterfall and show off its bright colours
then ever slowly it will fade and pretty soon it is hidden
behind the veil of the sky where it will sleep
then awaken and show itself once more

*~Marian~

'There is a lost child
within you, alive always"
she says, getting thoughtful.
Those smiling innocent eyes
that trapped him so easily
seize him all over again,
as if to make sure-
"Isn't he so naive?"
Isn't there an irony in her words?

Betrayal by one's  beloved
is what a lost child,
could expect, when grown up
he theorises, without any basis.

He stood there, lost in the crowd
some nightmares bring back those moments;
he could vividly remember,
tears dried up in his eyes,
still he didn't cry out  aloud.
(When the object of affection
is deeply entrenched in psyche
child has no fear.No sense of loss
The young woman's eyes were kind
she smelled really nice, gentle words
more than a lost child deserves)

One loosees loves, sometimes  its inevitable
and when love seeks one and rewards
how would you account for  that?

He had felt this in his bones,
it's time for this love to part ways,
it's painful, but  the moment awaits there
he has to meet it anyway

Looking in to her eyes
where innocence no more could hide
he whispered"You sweet cheat
its time to leave, fly up to the sky
that misses you,
being wild is your creed
I won't cry, I promise"

A gathering storm,
called out to me,
in the voice of clouds:
             " Come out of gloom,
                and meet me, at once"
He too was in love,
buoyant and ready
for this adventure of passion,
breaking, if necessary
everything that stands
between him and his love.

                        There was a storm,
                        brewing in my heart too,
                                                        he knew,
fanning and spreading
  the fire of love
     faster than I can cope.
I ran out and flew
on the wings of the storm.
On the way to the mountains
we reached the rainbow's home,
where my love was waiting
in the wings,
for months of Sundays;
she was at the end of her tether.
                     We didn't have much time left
                        the looming shadow of death
                                 we saw south, at a  distance.
It didn't daunt us,
we dissolved in a flock of white doves-
jubilant white clouds that sailed towards east.
Above blue mountains
what a wonder, our love whispers were louder than thunder!
Then, softly we  fell as sad snow flakes,
on touching earth, we were drops of  sparkling dew.