the morning mist in my eyes
translates onto paper
rainbows born of my tears.
ink turns to fluid gold
and dances across the pages,
every verse earns its space.
Oh! Seller of Colours!
You've painted my day!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   21.03.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

the thing about anonymous valentines
is that he could be dead
and i'd still want to put his name in the space,
part of my heart would still be convinced
that he left this hot air balloon with a bear in the basket on my porch. sigh.

happy valentine's day
my nameless
faceless
lover.
whoever you are.

From: girl