Reality drops onto my lap-
an unwanted gift from
Newspapers, Movies, Books.
But I love my dreams,
and my myths.

I prefer
to leave puzzles
Unsolved.
Some questions
are best left
Unanswered.

Not because they hurt.
They preserve my sanity
when they remain-
Unseen
Unheard
Unsaid.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Wisps of a
fragile memory
swirl around me
fragrant, like petrichore.

Struggling out
like a tree out of a seed
breaking free from the clutches of time.

Not all at once
but in bits and pieces

Broken embers of
a once raging fire
searching for something
to set alight again.

Like life stirring
At the break of dawn
Shaking off the comforting night.

Like the shifting of the tide-
So gentle,
Hardly noticed.

Like a lost child
remembering a path
once forgotten.

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
16/11/2010
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

I want to be a Mirror
Colourless,
Reflecting the Truth-
Invariably.
Neither Good nor Bad
Within my deep recesses
Hidden.
Showing You for
What You are,
Neither praising
Nor condemning
Light is my Life-
In darkness, I am,
Nothing.
No Pain,
No Pleasure,
Can change
The way I perceive.
Truth is my Blood,
My Nature.
In Anger You react,
Smashing me on the ground-
And I, even stronger
Look at You
Out of a Thousand Eyes-
Thousand Reflections
Of yourself.
I am a Mirror.
I am the Heart of God.

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

I am a spoof
of myself
the everythingness
stuffed in the nothingness
---till it chokes on its
own cracked breath
I’m the alpha female
the maker and the breaker
I
hang
emotionless
in
time.

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
11/09/06
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