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The echo of centuries-
screams of a tortured mind
reverberate through the souls
of a thousand lives.

The sitar strings vibrate
the ecstatic harmony beckons
life surging though them.

In assertion of existence
the sounds drip slowly through
seeping into the pores
of a clairvoyant history.

And the ghosts in the walls
polish their stifled voices
to speak their stories

Memories ooze through cracks
and are trapped in cobwebs.
Truth hides in dark corners
and seeks hellish deliverance.

Vijayalakshmi.R.
12/11/06

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Happy Halloween!
This an old, old poem, written by me in 2006.
drenched
feathers-
my
inner
raven
berates
monsoon;
                                                                ­            avoiding
                                            ­                                cloud’s
                                                                ­       melancholy
                                                      ­                        gaze
                                    ­                                                                 ­                                                        awaiting
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                sun’s
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                              embrace

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  30.10.2012

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Just need some sunshine now!
our evenings blue
await the sky’s rosy blushed face
some calming chaos
bringing forth the shy ardor
eyes dance anticipating
my sweetheart’s presence

- Vijayalakshmi Harish

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every belief should begin as a seed of disbelief
buried in the soil of doubt
nourished by the incessant rain of queries
that strengthen
and cause the flower to bloom or the fruit to ripen

                                                          ­                                                                 ­                        ॐ असतो मा सद्गमय ।
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                  तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय ।
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                    मृत्योर्मा अमृतं गमय ।
                                                               ­                                                                 ­         ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः ॥


every positive starts off as an embryo of negativity
only the knowledge of the gloom
enhances the wisdom of luminosity
conjoined twins
joined at the hip

cynicism is the parent of change for the better
provided of course
the labour pain is allowed to occur!

                                                         ­                                                      Om,  Lead us from Untruth to Truth,
                                                                ­                                                                 ­          from Darkness to Light,
                                                          ­                                                                 ­         from Death to Immortality
                                                     ­                                                                 ­                Om Peace, Peace, Peace.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   28.10.2012

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Special Thanks to Matthew P  Hill for sparking the flame!
the paper feels jilted
the pen seems to have abandoned him
he misses her tickling caress
she was always an adulteress
frolicking with the fingers that held her

                                                            ­                     paper, pen , fingers
                                                         ­          they were an exciting *******


                                                   ­         if only he knew
                                                            ­                                                                 ­          the pen weeps her inky tears
                                                           ­                                                                 ­             she has lost both her lovers-
                                                         ­                                                                 ­the paper lies too far off, too distant
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                  in her sorrow she is spent
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                         unable to touch him
                                           she was first and foremost always his
                                    the fingers were just a necessary flirtation
                                        but now even the fingers have found
                                                      more fertile ground?

Meanwhile the fingers come
in ecstatic betrayal
sexting with the keyboard
wham bam thank you ma’m
                                                            ­    and its done

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  26/10/.2012

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we lie amongst the scattered , shattered words
i wonder -
are we one voice or two?
our thoughts sail down the same stream
life throbs as one rhythmic beat within our ink necklaces
linked by our joint instinct to inscribe
engrave patterns of hope intertwined
amidst the drawings of despair

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
25.10.2012

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frantically
  holding
back
  the
last
black
thread –
vanishing
cloaked
   dream
     looks
   back
promising
nothing

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
    24.10.2012

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