I love my Solitude-
yet You intrude upon it
like the crashing of waves
on the rocks at Bandstand

I’ve tried to hold my peace
in the palm of my hand
but it turns into dewdrops
and trickles down my fingertips

I try to rid myself of You
and other clichéd metaphors
in my life….

for when I empty myself of You
I shall become Complete
Full of light


-Vijayalakshmi Harish
25/5/06.
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F A R

lie your
                                                                ­          lies



and your obstinate insistence

the world is not as i see it as others see it only as you see it

the pearls aren’t moonlike anymore
                                                         ­   

they’ve dropped
scattered on the floor
                                                         white and pale

like the death


--- Vijayalakshmi Harish
30/01/06
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The night dips its pen
in the silvery inks and starry hues
And writes a testimonial to my solitude

Slinking away within me
A song of hopeful annihilation
Matched in silent rhythm to yours


The darkness slips away
Unnoticed and quiet in its exit
It leaves me braided with the music


----Vijayalakshmi Harish
      26/01/07
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Globules of emotion
scatter
                                                                ­                     scatter
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                             scatter
                                                         ­                slipping thorough space
silvery mercurial drops
                                                           ­                    Perspectives shift
                                                           ­                   Characters change
                                                          ­                   I shed the persona.

                                                       ­                Devoid of the face-paint.
                                                     ­                             The Stage
                                                           ­                      comes alive
                                                           ­                shouts, cheers, claps
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                  and a deadly silence
that
                                                    ­                     tears through the masks
                                                           ­                                      the lights
                                                          ­                                       the actors
                                                          ­                                          and
                   ­                                                                 ­            the audience
It’s a high-
it climbs,
it falls
it takes me
against the flow
                                                            ­                                                                 ­             it’s the play of eternity

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
07/12/2006
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The apparition stands out
in the background of a tyranny
the final remnants
in an empty existence.
Something cracks
and words tumble out
battling themselves.
A creeping dream withers
crumbles and dies.


The dragonflies flitter
they’re happy.
My mind flutters-
it lives.

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
23/11/06.
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Flying out the window
the syllables f
                     a
                     l    
                     l
I’m the another                
the body without spirit                                                           ­   the spirit without soul
the soul without salvation                                                       the salvation without eternity
                                                  the eternity without end…..


Can You imagine Me?
encompass Me within your
comprehension?
feel Me in our heartbeats?
                                                
                                                        experien­ce my abstraction
                                                     ­               its yours too
                                                         lose yourself in my myths
                                                           ­   they exist in you too
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                       Dissect yourself
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                    and Awake
                                                           ­                                                                 ­        gather the fallen syllables.


By:
Vijayalakshmi Harish
27/09/06
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