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Lush mango groves
where  the musky scent of mango blooms
once wafted making the
bulbuls sing in ecstasy
from morning till sundown
                  are reborn as gated communities,
                  where grim seriousness parade.

                      In sun drenched vineyards,
                      shadows of dreams,
                      wanting to dress up as IT parks, spread.
                      Bangalore barters its  medley of colors and smells
                      for prosperity in terms of greenbacks,
                      as people learn to be 'smart' players,
                                       and more and more get 'Bangalored'*
                                       from around the world.
Corn fields that danced to the tunes
of  the songs of  toiling farmers
go missing within days.
To match with the new mood,
nature, in this green paradise, till not so long ago
shamelessly wears the  unnatural with style.
*Bangalored: The word, an American coinage means outsourcing work
by multinationals to cities such as Bangalore known as silicon valley of India, to save money.
Stay stripped
bare.
Be promiscuous.

**** words when you write.
Touch me,

I'm gunna

***...

bust...

***,
bust...

combust.

Relief.
Stealthily she moves, like a ghost,
               None seems to notice her dark presence,
"Here I am near his bride" vengefully she hisses,
                  Then remembers, "Already I am a ghost"
Dancing dark eyes---
darting ***** bees
that come flying
seeking nectar from my lips,
in a quest that goes beyond the limits.
                         You are the scented wind
                         with salacious intent
                          from billowing *"*****" fields
                          wildly grown in Western ghat mountain ranges,
                          that are  in full bloom.
You twist and swirl,
lift me up
and take to the golden cloud
that has a mystic spell
where my mind rejoices,
beyond the binding of time
in Shiva's dance,
while his consort Shakti resonates
with every beat of the divine drum
that echoes my heart.
******---Marijuana
Followers of the Shakti (female energy) path(called" Shakteyas"/shakti sadhakas) for self realization
make use of ' Five M 's(Madya / intoxicants, Mamsa / cooked meat, Matsya / cooked fish, Maidhuna /ritualistic ***, and Mudra / gestures to stimulate dormant energy)
As it is against the more desirable, subtle path, this is considered the lesser path or" left hand path"(Vama Marga).Supreme consciousness could be attained through various paths.
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
blood red
dancing peacock
adorns right
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                    dholak and  shehnai
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                              play rhythmically
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                                     on left    
                                                        ­                       hennaed hands
                                                           ­                           rekindle
                                                                ­              my  bridal memories
stolen glances
of dream-filled eyes
the anticipation of a new life
                                                            ­                                                                 ­     mingled with apprehension
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                        at straying off
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                              familiar roads
                                                        ­faith tied everything together
                                                       and coloured my hands today


- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   14.10.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
dholak and shehnai are traditional Indian musical instruments.
Brown sugar sapotas
Blending with custard alfonso mangos
And bold sweet lime juice

Georgette saris
Pairing with uncut diamond necklaces
Mixed with peals and rubies

Gently sloping palm trees
Swaying in balmy sultry air
And hazy golden sunsets

Frenetic yellow autos
Competing with dusty zipping mopeds
Mixed with ambulating pedestrians

Aromas of cumin
Blending with the sewage
Other times with incense

Glows of brass oil lamps
Singing in hums of prayer
Added with turmeric's incantations

Brightly-patterned salwars
Accentuating gemstone bindis
Comfy fitted leggings

Savory masala dosas
Coupling coconut chutney
Meter-high filter coffee
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