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secrets unravelling in kaleidoscopic visions
turn around and its something different
what was promised and what was given?
but the give and take
doesn’t really matter
as much as what you already had
at the point of inception
where it all began, your personal journey
what you’ve earned is just the return
on that initial investment
of who you are extended out on a limb
when you try and boil it down
to the essence of you
i wonder what you see

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  01.10.2012

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There is a softness in the air
a drowsy languidness
that asks for warmth and comfort
and a bowl of hot soup
nostalgia melts like butter
deliciously tempting
the scent rises
and masks any tinge of regret
as the wind caresses
and plays with my hair
it is as if time has slowed
and twisted itself
into a sleeping
figure of eight

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   01.10.2012

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the mist parts slowly
revealing something so new
discovered afresh
a new wine in old bottles
needs to develop slowly
fragrance and flavour

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
29.09.2012

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the world looks depressing -
it means my spectacles need cleaning!

-Vijayalakshmi Harish

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like a whispered prayer
your touch meanders
over my fevered forehead
gentle, yet strong
through my disorientation
and delirium
it’s the only thing
that feels real
and keeps me going
for this, life seems worth living
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
        28.09.2012

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in the oven of the mind,the words are baking

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
27.09.2012

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a princess roamed in realms of gold
alone and forsaken
lost in myths and illusions
when reality came
it was a shock
a sudden ****** into the world of the dark
sadness gave way to a greater pain
living alone was the easier task
but to live with a version of herself-
a sinister unhappy one
was too much to ask
slowly she found herself
morphing into a black witch
it was then that she decided
to make the switch
to open up her wings and fly
and never look back into the gloom
onwards she flew towards the sun
and the stars and the moon
and made them all her own
now she lives in palaces of light
and every day for her is a new flight


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