He’s doing a crossword, I’m doing the dishes.
“What is that word?”, he asks,
“the one that means given to incessant laughter”.
“Joyful, gleeful, cheerful?”
‘No that’s not what I meant”
“Mirthful, merry, enjoyment”
“That’s just not it”
“Well, how many letters is it?”
(Now I’m getting interested)
“Eight”
“What does it begin with?”
“I haven’t got that yet, but it does end with a N”
“a N…Hmmm..Oh! I’ve got it”
“What?”
“I can’t remember-but its on the tip of my tongue”
“That’s not helping”, he adds with sarcasm
“I’m giving it all I’ve got but the word just won’t come”
“Try saying it in your mind,
what does it sound like?”
“Aquarium”
“So, its starts with an A?”
“Yeah, that’s for sure”
“We’ve got to find this lethologica of yours a cure!”
“I’ve got! I’ve got it! Abderian is the word!”

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Even when we think
We have control
Life has a way
Of showing us
Just how much our plans
Our are sense of control
Really matters
In this world
We must learn
To give up control
Understand
That things happen
As they happen
Things don't always
Go as planned
We can't keep trying
To control everything
Just let life flow
Understand the flow of life
Life will become
A lot easier

you and I are a story
with an open ending
each person who sees us together
writes a different version
                                                         ­        some say we’re a fairytale
                                                       ­          some say we’re a tragedy
                                                         ­                                                            for others were are a comedy
                                                          ­                                                           or just a short story
in some minds we’re a thriller
going on all kinds of adventures
in others an expression of horror
two people who just should not be together

                                                       ­     the way I see it sweetheart
                                                      ­             we are all of these
                                                        but­ the most important thing
                                                        is that our story has no ending
                                                       and that’s the way it should be

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
        12.09.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Stop the talking, I need peace
Your words augment as I decrease
Keep those stories in your head
Where they belong and stay unread
'Cause if you throw them all around
What is caged will be unbound  
So latch your lock and find the key
Let it turn and set you free

Allured by the witchcraft of your auburn curls,
hit by the corners of those swift piscine eyes,
submitted to your canoodling with my secret desires;
the last straw was your pouty, luscious, ruby lips!

Just pretend, you are that orchid, scenting musk,
never even once touched by the winds that lurk,
here I come, the wind you've waited for long,
**embrace me with every amorous intent, let's dissolve.

You knew what I wanted,
slowly speeding the rhythm of my breathing,
I started letting you touch every inch of my body,
you knew exactly what my skin was asking you,
it was like a telepathy, you were able to read my mind.

Just like that I let you go inside of me,
immediately I felt possessed by you,
it's part of your charm...
the color of your skin seduces me,
I couldn't stop kissing you while you inside,
I hug you and cling to the texture of your muscles,
I look at you, admiring you going back,
and how you hook up on me going forward.

Suddenly, I decided to turn my face
looked ourselves in the mirror,
I saw myself laying down on that bed being possesed by a man
who made me feel like a woman,
protected and loved.

But, the most beautiful thing to mention,
is the contrast of our skins,
your black and my white skin together,
magically unforgettable.