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Though I have fought my own many wars;
Lived through and settled so many scores;
Avoided those hooks, saw the bait coming;
Learned when to bite and when to keep going;
Still I'm delighted when tasting your dish -
The sweet observation of a much younger fish.
Imaginations it seems are oft better teachers;
Wars and their scores tend more to be preachers.
Appreciating the insight and creativity of those who, though they may seem younger and inexperienced, still delight my imagination and feed my poetic soul... Thank you all.
i wish the world would forget me
melding into my mini-universe
amidst wispy clumps of trees
reassuring mountain peaks
silver-green and green gold glistening in the sun
pink tipped still life cavorting with the breeze
even a dead tree looks alive, standing alone
within this sea of brightened vigour
mists roll over the mountains
we roll over the mists
watching sleepy-headed flowers stir awake
as if woken by some gentler spirit
i trace strawberry hearts on your skin
these shameless carnations,
they flaunt their crimson mouths
drawing in for a kiss

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  03.11.2012

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online avatars
inkhearts  - joined by a love of rhyme
multi coloured pearls on guitar strings

melodies unraveling
whispered confidences sung aloud
revealing the gifts inside
                                                       glad I am to be the receiver

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  19.11.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
For Sneha Iyer, a sister who was found and lost (though in my heart she was never missing), and is now found again
For Ammukutty and Mae
For all the women on HP. May the Sisterhood forever swell!
long long ago
your verses did decline
an invitation to ******
to merge with mine
no loss was made no profit forgone
except the one that stayed unborn

your verse became a voice unbound
testing waters deep within
blowing hot blowing warm
underwater treasure newly found
in the collective it went for a swim
I wait at the shore lamp in hand

verse and voice are not enough
the fire within needs a touch
gathering words on the beach
unbidden within seashells hidden
mindful the hunters crouch
i the gladly hunted am so much

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  19.11.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
my subconscious writes me letters
gentle urgings -
from that deepest space
where dreams go to rest
and fears go to hide
little fragments of inspiration
that dance provocatively
only to vanish
when i rise from my stupor
little ghosts of memories past
present and future
bound up together
as unfailing reminders
that wherever i go
i will always be me

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
30.11.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
I'm in this form having
walls and ceilings
well constructed.I'm

a thinking form.I'm
the keeper of
my own idea.I'm
in this cave of
my conscience.I'm
in the solitude of
self, where only
forming forms of dreams
coexist with me.I'm

in the shadow of
my form.I'm the keeper
of everything I am and
everything I have, but

I cannot fight against
this coward that lives
inside of me, when I
need to open this door
of self in order to throw out
everything is useless and
to save the meaning of
the things I have to keep.
I like the think about beautiful things, where ever they may be. Whether it's the flowers in the trees or the curve in your waist, it all makes me smile, and glow, and love all that is.
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