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two smiles on either shore,
an ocean of tears lies in between
how does one even swim across-
all i can do is drown!

softly treading water
escaping the shards of lost dreams
sometimes my heart shattered
and there are some that i have broken
there is much kindness that i do not deserve
and yet much kindness is due to me
in this mist of shifting identities
how do i navigate-
all i can do is lose myself!


- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   16.12.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
She models
With nothing but her earrings on.
Gold tendrils
Dancing across her shoulders
Lost in a sea of black curls.
Her beauty
Is that of an angel.
A halo
Of sheer radiance
Glistening around her wings.
Her body
Is that of a woman.
Lost
In unmarked territory along open winding passageways that
God
Didn't even create a roadmap for.
She can fly,
He said.
The only eyes to witness were her's and God's
And the eyes gazing back at her through the mirror
Watching her model
With nothing but her earrings on.
Gold tendrils
Dancing across her shoulders
Lost in a sea of black curls.
Standing in the dark and wishing,
Wondering,
If I could vault across the treetops
Into
The glittering diamond sky.
Use the constellations
As my monkey bars
And sit among the galaxies
In that distant,
Untouchable place
Where I've always felt
Most at home.
The pristine
flesh
stretches unblemished and pure
over the unbroken ribs that protect
the unbroken heart
that shines like the sun
through the eyes that can still see what life is about.

And that life
with its few weeks and days and
even fewer years
has found a better way to live
than these aging hands,
this heart with the stitching scars
and limping pulse on veins and
arteries that
have long accepted the abuse that
the reality of
life
always
always
always
brings.
Jaded are the beads that drop.
Moist are the feelings that crop,
Around my little life machine.

Furnished is the smile I make.
Bare all the moments I take,
Inside my little life machine.

Painful, downward swings.
Dripping heavy, burnt wings.
Curled up in my little life machine.
 Dec 2012 topaz oreilly
Ingrid
Under the old linden trees
Deep, fragrant dark spreading.
There were two of us
Yoshitsune and me
Silent
Silent
Silent

Linden blossoms
Quietly fell to the ground
And then, it was morning
Minamoto no Yoshitsune (源 義経?, 1159 – June 15, 1189) was a general of the Minamoto clan of Japan in the late Heian and early Kamakura period. ... He is considered one of the greatest and the most popular warriors of his era, and one of the most famous samurai fighters in the history of Japan. The legends that deal with his public career show Yoshitsune as a great, virtuous warrior. He was often shown as kind to those around him and honorable, but he was also shown as short-tempered, tactless, blunt, and naive....After the Genpei War, Yoshitsune joined the cloistered Emperor Go-Shirakawa against his brother Yoritomo. Fleeing to the temporary protection of Fujiwara no Hidehira in Mutsu again, Yoshitsune was betrayed, defeated at the Battle of Koromo River, and forced to commit seppuku along with his wife and daughter, by Hidehira's son Fujiwara no Yasuhira...
Some tales however tell of Minamoto's no Yoshitsune escaping his pursuers; fleeing into the wilds of Mongolia; where he lived on under a new name, Temujin; known also as Genghis Khan
(From Wikipedia).
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