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tragic
that many
are motivated more
through avoidance of pain
than through the attainment of
the achievements their heart desires earnestly

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
07.10.2012

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The                 desire                    to                   create          is                 a             powerful        drug
Desire               to                      express            what        lies      ­     buzzing      inside           myself?
To                  express                what          ­   cannot      beneath     mind’s       labyrinth       hide?
Create         what                   cannot            within           a               heart        confined        flourish
Is                      lie­s                     beneath             a               truth        hidden         and              confused?
A                  buzzing            ­     mind’s            heart         hidden     behind        artful             words
Powerful    inside                  labyrinth       confined      and           artful      creative          making
Drug           myself ?                   hide?           flourish     confused?  words       making          magic!

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
   07.10.2012

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is it possible that
i could love you more than i already do?
can you take my word for it
that it can only grow?
from milestone to milestone
the road gets longer
but i too become stronger
with every push and pull against my will
the speed in my sail swells
driving me farther and farther
all i wish is that the journey be long
hopeful adoration borne upon a wish and a song

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   07.10.2012

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i tell you that i hate you
almost as much as i say i love you
you make me want to tear my hair out of the roots
sometimes i want to strangle you
i’m sure you feel the same too
it is actually a good thing to feel
because i sincerely do believe
that the opposite of love is indifference not hate
and where there is hate
there love is sure to be

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
06.10.2012

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"Where there is love, there is disorder. Perfect order would make the world a graveyard.”
- Anthony De Mello
to be the guardian of your peace
that I can do
i’ll hold it carefully in my palms
walking unhurried so I don’t accidentally d
                                                               ­            r
                                                               ­           o
                                                    ­                      p      it                  
i’ll keep it close to my heart
make sure it never slips through
gate                                                     ­                   between                                       ­                          gate

but
what I can’t do
is give you peace i can’t create it can’t make you feel something you refuse to feel
i can only take care of what you already have

-Vijayalakhmi Harish
  06.10.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Some random thoughts...
once upon a time
there happened to be
a desert oasis with a population of three-
Mr A, Mr B and Mr C
no one really knows why
but they were all enemies
and then one day Mr A and Mr B
decided-quite separately
that Mr C should die -
he shouldn’t be allowed to stay alive
and so they executed their plans dastardly
Mr A poisoned C’s water with evil glee
knowing that when C drank eagerly
he would drop dead quite suddenly
but unknown to him Mr B
poked little holes in C’s canteen
knowing that without water to drink
C would soon be on life’s brink
so all the poison dripped away
with all the water , one would say
that with the double treachery
Mr C would be a dead man anyday
and so it did happen
that with no water in his canteen
and none to refill
Mr C did drop dead of thirst
But that did beg the question-
who did him in?
A and B play the blame game
A says C never drank  any of the poison
So how is he to blame?
but as B points out that his puncturing the canteen is irrelevant
for C would have drunk the water
and still met the same end
so it really is a contest of means versus the end
the end is the same and the question remains-
whodunnit?

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  05.10.2012

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My attempt at poetically rendering the Smullyan's Paradox, which goes thus:

"At a desert oasis, A and B decide independently to ****** C. A poisons C’s canteen, and later B punches a hole in it. C dies of thirst. Who killed him?
A argues that C never drank the poison. B claims that he only deprived C of poisoned water. They're both right, but still C is dead. Who's guilty?"
my heart is a many scarred plain
each tells its own tale
of misplaced trust and wanting to be loved
misunderstandings and betrayal,
many vengeful weeds watered with teary rain
deep craters with pools of blood
which had stopped hurting
only existing as reminders
that just one more might be enough
for the whole thing to just break apart
but i never did believe that lie
i wore each **** with pride
it took a while to realize
that loving me was nobody’s job but mine
but once that came, along came peace
now only the silt of experience remains
after forgiveness washed away my pain

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  05.10.2012

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"It's not your job to like me - it's mine" - Byron Katie
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