Everyday as I cross this road, here
you pass me flashing a sunny smile,
its magic, touches my being
changing  this colorless life awhile.
At the broad display wall, a casual glance, I'd cast
and think"Such a smile would look nice over there"

Today, a miracle touched my heart with its feather,
your face in its liveliest best, on posters,
are displayed  on the same wall I fantasied.
*The caption proclaimed:"She is the next big star"
This  jaywalker never would see you hereafter.

your words – so alive and powerful
they hold my gaze for so long
i forget to see where i'm going
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lost as i am in this reverie
that your words  create

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   10.10.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

On the vine of mortality,
endlessly spreading-
every moment, on the tree of time,
we are blooms,
with eye catching hues,**
gradually wither and fall,
as foot falls of death come near,
in the harsh summer of life.

But there isn't any fear,
divine fragrance of immortality,
in every bloom will remain, for ever,
the wind of cosmic bliss wound gather,
the fragrance of all blooms withered,
and scent the immortality's garden,
where new blooms, once effulgent beings,
now stars of paradise,
beam their golden  light for ever.

They would vie with each other,
to adorn that eternal scent exquisite,
to make it their own, and to be gratified.