The face tears—splits—breaks
stained by the soul-blood
that pours out in the interrupting
time–space between two eternities

The replacement is an actor
a master of disguise
repulsive, hated, discarded, exiled
from the world of  sweetness

The scar throbs across the face
Its rudeness red

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

comes stalking into
                  roads of my memory
speaking HeartSpeak
lost
      in drops
                   of life
raindrops flaming
skin on skin
word on word
soul on soul
             its gone
             it was never here
but it leaves traces
             it will return
             it has never left me
is                                       was
this                                    that
the             ­                        the
ultimate                            secondary
illusion       ­                      truth


By-
Vijayalakshmi Harish
16/09/06
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

manners make the man
and the woman too
but how are the manners made?

manners are made through education
through learning from life’s hard knocks

manners are made when we strive away
even when the going gets rough

manners are made when we choose to create
when everything is turning to dust

manners are made when we cheer the day
when we seem out of luck

manners are not about being polite
not just about etiquette

manners are about attitude
about giving the world your best!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  10/08/2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

a woman of substance the magazine proclaims
and what are these "substances" may I ask?

Its her grit and determination
her will to succeed
to overcome and defend her rights
if need be
loving and nurturing are not her only duties
she can also break your heart or break your bones
messing with her is not a risk you need
she creates her own space
she finds her own niche

She may be a social butterfly, a business woman,
a sports star, a housewife or a maid indeed
but a woman of substance is one of a kind indeed
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  09/08/2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

In burning flowing words that ask

To love to hate to feel the ache

Of existence

I grow I fall

I seek the stars

All the time when I’m awake

I live I die I keep my vows

While promises lead me astray

I sleep I wake I stay up late

To talk my thoughts away

I watch the waves and lose myself

My mind goes all the way

I learn and I teach

I wet my feet

And danced in the rain today



-Vijayalakshmi Harish

12.06.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

the assault of the words
paralyzes me
holds my mind captive

i need to express
pour out my heart
and get others to play

creating worlds and
destroying them
the words allow me
to play god
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  08/08/2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish