robbing the banks of fate
my pistol shoots off
getting what i want
better now than late

robbing the banks of fate
twisting the destiny
having things go my way
but it really doesn't sate

robbing the banks of fate
it seemed like fun at first
but life that is too easy
is just not that great!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  14/08/2012
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Somewhere in heaven a new flower blooms
its scent wafting down to earth
becomes a rainbow in our hearts
as the misery of loss
clouds our minds and tears pour
more copious and more fiercely
than rain during the stormiest of weather
and yet some sunshine creeps in
as your happy memories seep through
gladdening us just a little
as we remember
that you are safe now
happy and pure
an angel watches over you
as you dream sweet dreams

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   13/08/2012
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the concept of loss
is a heavy one
it weighs on the mind
and troubles the spirit

the concept of love
is a happy one
it creates new worlds
in which we co-habit

the concept of love with loss
is a crazy one
it takes my sanity
even if it lasts only for a minute
- Vijayalakshmi Harsh
   13/8/2012
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The click clack of my keyboard
competes
with that metronome called
a clock

Time has become surprisingly
fluid
and yet it remains stubbornly
stationary

Seconds, minutes, hours
and days
meekly shudder and humbly bow
sacrificed

I try to turn my life into
an excel sheet
with predetermined fixed
formulae

All plugged in the right
little boxes
with all the right
numbers.


-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  14/11/08
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Packetfuls of some morning long gone
Celebrations of some relations long lost
Appraisals of youth long withered
Dying of some laughter long forgotten
Yellowed photographs newly rediscovered.

As if after the hesitation of two decades
They’ve resurfaced out of a rusty old box
Freshly etching old patterns, repainting innocence
A revision of life… what if….what if not….
Some strange spirit of myself smiles back at me

“Is that me?” leading on to “Who am I?”
Existential discomfort set alight
The sleepless questions- twisting and turning
Memories in my head- swimming and swirling

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
     16/06/2007
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the River said
to the Sea
“Plains and Mountains
have melted beneath me,
far and long has been
my journey
but
i no longer know who i am
i think  i;m supposed
to be You “

and the Sea
welcomed the river into its openness.

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
20/02/2009
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Revolutions of time
and dice of fate
forcing a choice
that lies beyond the apparent

layers and layers of prejudice
and half-truths
of pretence and superstition
peel off

THIS IS WHAT I AM?
ONLY THIS?

                                                        It­s not just about the fork in the road anymore;
                                                        ­              or about the road not taken
                                                           ­                its about the only road-
                                                           ­             that remains to be chosen

Despised? No…Feared?…maybe
littered with the sacrifices of my
broken heart, my injured soul
wounded pride; and darkest fear

                                                           ­                                                                 ­              and yet I shall choose
                                                          ­                                                                 ­  choose to live with my choice
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                            to rejoice in it,
                                                             ­                                                        and try to turn it into a celebration
                                                     ­                                             for maybe- my choice is as tormented as I am.

and so that fate may stand stunned
and beaten at its own game
and time may witness our Triumph



-Vijayalakshmi Harish
08/09/09
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