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Nov 2012 · 997
Sisters in Verse
online avatars
inkhearts  - joined by a love of rhyme
multi coloured pearls on guitar strings

melodies unraveling
whispered confidences sung aloud
revealing the gifts inside
                                                       glad I am to be the receiver

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  19.11.2012

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For Sneha Iyer, a sister who was found and lost (though in my heart she was never missing), and is now found again
For Ammukutty and Mae
For all the women on HP. May the Sisterhood forever swell!
Nov 2012 · 1.0k
Cause & Effect
thankless stars
crowd around my palm
scratching my fate within the lines?
the light of the truth blinds them
they believe it to be theirs

my deeds create the lines
which whisper to the stars
the secrets to my destiny


-Vijayalakshmi Harish
07.11.12

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Nov 2012 · 2.0k
Word Association?
mind puddles (remembering e.e.c)
mind puzzles (action to inaction)
time on a treadmill
cryptic crosswords
(crystallize)
Act II
{experimental} overcome
black currant swirls
espy telescopical visions

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
7.11.2012

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Nov 2012 · 1.8k
Waking up
i wish the world would forget me
melding into my mini-universe
amidst wispy clumps of trees
reassuring mountain peaks
silver-green and green gold glistening in the sun
pink tipped still life cavorting with the breeze
even a dead tree looks alive, standing alone
within this sea of brightened vigour
mists roll over the mountains
we roll over the mists
watching sleepy-headed flowers stir awake
as if woken by some gentler spirit
i trace strawberry hearts on your skin
these shameless carnations,
they flaunt their crimson mouths
drawing in for a kiss

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  03.11.2012

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Nov 2012 · 3.0k
Detachment
this swirling roaring wind that blows homeward from the sea
                                         saltiness with eucalyptus blending in twisting my fear
                                                the knots in my chest and stomach entangling
                                                      ­deadly mocktail of emotions surging
                                                         ­ with every  howling whoosh  
                                                        ­        a new green life falls breaking
                                                        ­                      life prematurely ending
                                                          ­                       storm violently shaking
                                                         ­                           every limb of every tree
                                                            ­            an attempt to blow anxiety
                                                         ­               into each living breath
                                                          ­                       a drenched vision
                                                          ­                           of a couple of crows
                                                           ­                        seemingly meditating
                                                      ­                      in the midst of the tempest
                                                         ­            holding their own  
                                                           ­                     in the eye
                                                             ­                   of the storm
                                                           ­                       they find
                                                            ­                         Peace

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   01.11.2012

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my city Chennai experienced the effect of Cyclone Nilam which hit the south-east coast of India yesterday. No major damage done in the city though. 1 person has been reported dead and 5 missing at sea. My prayers go out to them , and to those affected by Sandy as well.
Oct 2012 · 1.4k
The Residence of my desires
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.
Oct 2012 · 2.4k
Rained Out! (Word Sonnet)
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!
Oct 2012 · 2.0k
Colourful Evenings (Tanka)
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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Oct 2012 · 1.7k
From Point A to Point B
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!
Oct 2012 · 4.1k
Sex, Lies and Betrayal
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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Oct 2012 · 1.4k
Possession
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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F                  l            e               e            i               n          g            I              m              a          ­ g            e            s-
mindscapes framed in glass
the world looks fragile, delicately beautiful
drowsy rhythm smells like green chilli fritters
colours stand out amongst our greyness
awake-yet drifting away

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
         24.10.2012

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Oct 2012 · 1.9k
Focus of Control
this is how it works-
what i focus on        
                                                  e   ­         x         p        a           n          d         s
fills my life with its presence
the positive or the negative-i make the choice.
victimhood or victorious-i choose how the world remembers me
                                                              ­                                                                 ­             the one i reject shrinks
                                                         ­                                                                 ­          ignored, it is dissolved, bygone
                                                          ­                                       positive or negative it disappears if it isn’t minded
call myself a failure - the world will agree
call myself a success – still they’ll cheer
you see, its always me who decides, what i want to be!

of course, it must come with a big dollop of humility

i can only start with me-change begins with me
can influence only that which lies within-inner peace
focus on my strengths, help them be
inflate them in my reality

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   15.10.2012

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Oct 2012 · 2.1k
The Promise of Hennaed Hands
blood red
dancing peacock
adorns right
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                    dholak and  shehnai
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                              play rhythmically
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                                     on left    
                                                        ­                       hennaed hands
                                                           ­                           rekindle
                                                                ­              my  bridal memories
stolen glances
of dream-filled eyes
the anticipation of a new life
                                                            ­                                                                 ­     mingled with apprehension
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                        at straying off
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                              familiar roads
                                                        ­faith tied everything together
                                                       and coloured my hands today


- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   14.10.2012

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dholak and shehnai are traditional Indian musical instruments.
Oct 2012 · 4.5k
Submission (Pyramid)
You
tease, excite
entice me surely
promise to melt slowly
eager tongue can’t bear waiting
illicit desire awakens, pulling myself back
you though, stronger one, seductively luring me
you deliciously forbidden serving of chocolate ice cream!

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I'll never be able to stick to my diet!!! :(
Oct 2012 · 1.0k
Where are my running shoes?!
locked in prison
endless reams of mystification
why this chastisement
why do i feel no guilt or shame?
just a cell full of questions
why am i here?
i speak to a ghost-playful as ever
but that cannot be-never!
why am i not saved? where is my lover?
devoid of emotion, just feet that want to run
         breaking through the walls and bars
running through  a football  field
unable to stop dashing----------------------------------------------------------­--------------------------------------------
--------------------­-----------------------------------------------------------------­-----------------------------------------------------------------­-----------------------------------------------------------------­-------------....

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
13.10.2012

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Weirdest.Dream.Ever
Oct 2012 · 1.3k
Deal with Destiny
one persistent thought haunts my awareness
who will it be? you or me?
the first to finish this marathon!
i wish it would be me, then instantly i regret
i know without me you won’t be able to carry on
but if you were to go i know
i would be equally undone!
i know i’ll live to tell our tale
but fear that i may not want to tell it
it won’t be a matter of living, it’s a concern about my spirit
never again to feel your presence, your comforting glance
never to argue, never to fight, never to reconcile
- i dread i won’t be able to bear it
                                                so all i can hope and believe for now
                                                   is that if ever i could strike a deal with destiny, it would be this -
                                                that when the end comes, let our radiance dim together
                                                        ­   not a second earlier, not a second later


- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   12.10.2012

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Wisdom
displays
grey
disguise
                                    it­
                                  lies

                      ­                            
truly
a
love
child
of
experience
mating
expertise

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   12.10.2012

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Oct 2012 · 3.4k
Impressionism (Word Sonnet)
contemplate
again!
                       nothing
                      accords
                       with
                     cerebral
                 understanding
impressions
survive;
actualities
disappear -
personalities
s   c   a   t   t   e   r
icons


-Vijayalakshmi Harish
11.10.2012

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Special thanks to Aditya Bhaskara for introducing me to this form.
A Word Sonnet as I understand is a variation of the traditional sonnet. It is fourteen lines long, but containing only one word in each line. So, it is in essence, a short form like a haiku/tanka, and requires just as much care to write!
Oct 2012 · 1.6k
A Complimentary Complaint
your words – so alive and powerful
they hold my gaze for so long
i forget to see where i'm going
i t
             r
                       i
                               p
                                    and f
                                           a
                                          l
                   ­                     l
                                         down the   st
                                                              ­     a      ir
                                                       ­                               s
                                ­                                                   of consciousness
lost as i am in this reverie
that your words  create

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   10.10.2012

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Dedicated to all the wonderful poets here on HP. I am glad to be a part of this community and read your works, even though they do make me trip and fall sometimes :) Special shout out to Ammu, Mae, Paul, Aby, Aditya, Bala, vircapio, Raj, Emily Prunster, David, Cyd, Pandora,Prabhu, Subconscious On Parade, victoria, Donie, Cat Otherwise, Sa Sa Ra, Matthew Hill, Inevitably Raised by Ducks.  You'll make my day, everyday!! Thank you!!!
Oct 2012 · 729
News Flash (10w)
~~


                                   Playing with Bubble Wrap is Strangely Conducive to Human Cognition

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...on second thoughts, playing with bubble wrap prompted this write, so it may not be so helpful to serious thinking!
Oct 2012 · 2.2k
Emotional Suicide
perplexity and confusion
through  deep chasms of self-deprecation
we trudge world weary and troubled
furthermore we play philosopher (of dim shadows)
or worse fortune-teller (of self) creating self-fulfilling prophecies
that tell of tears and framed laughter (within society’s  embrace)
turmoil coupled with turbulence                                         (what if? what if not? why me? why not me?
wreaking havoc in the present                                                       clouding all sense of joy and peace)
not realizing that the past is dead and gone
in future times - que sera sera, there is no point
fretting and fuming
worrying and burying happiness six feet under ghostly nonexistence

                       that is why I choose to  **** all negative thought

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"“Is there anything men take more pains about than to make themselves unhappy?” - Poor Richard's Almanack

"The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize you control your own destiny." - Albert Ellis.
Oct 2012 · 4.5k
INFP
I’m peccable not impeccable
prone to making mistakes
to falling down
and getting up
                                                              ­                      i keep to myself
                                                          ­                         i’ll hide behind the scenes
                                                          ­                        i don’t always like to talk
                                                            ­                       always preferring to listen to anything you want to say
my life is dances to a rhythm
known only to myself
there is a routine (home-work home) in the chaos
everything else gets fit in somehow
                                      
                                                                ­                                   you’d never even notice me in a crowd
                                                           ­                                       certainly not the life of the party
                                                           ­                                       you’d never even miss me
                                                              ­                                    i was hardly there in the first place
there is never a plan
just an agreement with myself
to cross every bridge when I come to it
my plans are too messy to be reliable
                                                        ­                                          you won’t find anyone who knows me really
                                                          ­                                      difficult to be understood
                                                      ­                                         but eager to understand
                                                      ­                                         to lend a helping hand
i live mostly inside my own head
making up stories as i go along
open to every kind of ending
always exploring some new idea
                                                                ­                                      my inner world is what charges my batteries
                                                       ­                                               its here that everything comes alive
                                                           ­                                            where electric stuff happens
                                                         ­                                              and possibilities come pouring out

                                      I live for the people and the things that matter to me
                                      for my inner light that guides me
                                    between what I am and what I do
                                       i insist on integrity
                                                       ­ 
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   09.10.2012
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http://www.myersbriggs.org/my-mbti-personality-type/mbti-basics/the-16-mbti-types.asp#INFP
Oct 2012 · 2.0k
My Venetian Fantasy
lazy afternoon
meandering through the canals
gondola and gondolier both a touch of the romantic
                                                       ­                             wanting to lose myself
                                                          ­                 in the belly of this beautiful city
                                                            ­                                get so lost i could never get out
                                                            ­                           bottle of vino, a couple of delicate wine glasses

                                                        ­                 eyes only for you, but my ears are Vivaldi’s
                                                      ­                    or just the trilling notes of that old Hindi tune
                                                                ­     with some Italian verses thrown in for good measure
poetry flows here not water
               the ghosts of Byron and Browning haunt them
                                                            ­                     * time must stand still for me
                                                              ­                    as i explore this fantasy*



-Vijayalakshmi Harish
08.10.2012

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Have always wanted to go to Venice..this is how I imagine it to be!!!
and the "old Hindi tune" is of course, "Do Lafzon Ki Hai" sung by Ashaji & R D Burman in the Hindi movie The Great Gambler, starring Amitabh and Zeenat Aman. That's the song that started my obsession with Venice.
Here's the youtube link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waeAGdCvJd8
Oct 2012 · 941
In the garden
senses awash with green
and green smells, fresh, invigorating
a serene balm on the vision
drinking it all in
nearly wizardly growth
every little peeping ****
shares equal space with every looming tree
basking in the sun or dancing in the rain
each act done so devotedly
to Nature’s business
of making and undoing
                                                         if only we could be as one with life as them

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   08.10.2012

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Oct 2012 · 2.3k
An Observation (Pyramid)
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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Oct 2012 · 1.1k
Making Magic (Square Stanza)
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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Oct 2012 · 2.5k
The Journey
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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Oct 2012 · 774
When we have a lover's tiff
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
Oct 2012 · 735
Guardian of your Peace
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
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Some random thoughts...
Oct 2012 · 1.7k
Whodunnit?
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
Oct 2012 · 2.2k
Diving Under
swimming in the sea of your memories
i try to find my voice
echoing still in the conch shells
pieces of me tangled in the seaweed
remembering when you caught me in your net
setting  me free
the currents between us – the warm and the cold
all the rainbow hues that colour our story
ancient, real, mysterious
beneath somewhere dangers lurk
sharks that feed off our conflicts
rabid appetites tearing apart
but we grow back-indestructible till the end
we survive like a  coral reef – beautiful
we protect the shores of our life

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   04.10.2012

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Oct 2012 · 1.1k
Ideation Walk
noon day shadows
filtering in through the treetops
devoid of courtesy
they flood my desk with their darkness
reflected on my page
amidst shards of light
patchwork prints on paper
playing peekaboo with each other
as the page flutters
in the warm barelybreeze that touches
so softly I’m not sure if its real
or it is my mind flapping

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  04.10.2012
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my office has a "balcony" (its just a large open walled area on the first floor with no roof) where i take an "ideation walk" whenever i need some new ideas. A lot of trees overhang into it, and i usually sit in a cozy spot under a  neem tree to write down any bright ideas i've had :)
Oct 2012 · 522
the test (10 W)
tragedy has always been the litmus test of our humanity*

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
04.10.2012

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Oct 2012 · 2.8k
self exploration
gently spiced dreams invite me-
come in and take a peek
look within, search for yourself
get lost in this fragrant wonderland
explore the cliffs in your mind
off which the waterfall of your thoughts rush down
in mighty, uncontrollable torrents
full of a refreshing energy-positive, powerful
swirling around, connecting to the inner caves
within which lies the buried treasure of your secrets
some, waiting to be excavated and shared
others wanting to be buried deeper
but overall it’s a happy place, come every night
rediscover yourself, every time.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   03.10.2012

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~~
                                        a young couple roams these woods
                                             wounded by Kama’s arrows
                                          in each other’s eyes they find solace
                                           the rest of the world does not exist



a heavenly lass Pramadwara is                                                              a­ handsome young sage is Ruru
beautiful eyes, luscious lips                                                            s­trong and virile, though not a prince
slender waist, wide hips                                                             ­                        face bathed in benign light
every inch an apsara’s offspring                                                        ­   the result of his spiritual penance
Ruru’s heart is in her possession                                                   Pramadwara, that divine beauty is his

                                                            ­        lost in each other
                                                          t­hey roam these woody lanes
                                                    unaware­, uncaring of anything else
                                                   of love’s sweet wine they drink deep
                                                the more they drink, the  more unsatiated


and then fate rolls its dice
tragedy strikes!
Pramadwara’s unseeing eyes
find a serpent underfoot-it bites!
throes of passion turn into throes of death
in her lover’s arms she slowly dies
                                                            ­                                                      broken-hear­ted, wounded of spirit
                                                          ­                                                     anger seething within, Ruru mourns
                                                          ­                                             “my love’s sweet journey is not finished
                                                        ­                                       too young, too beautiful, too full of life to die
                                                             ­                                                                 ­ my Pramadwara must live!
                                                           ­                                                       and if she can’t, then I shall follow
                                                          ­                                                          this world is nothing without her
                                                             ­                                                                it is uninspiring and bitter”

saying so he prepares to die
till a voice from heaven arrests him
“Ruru do not mourn your lover
her time had come, you are no mere mortal
a sage you are, with spiritual knowledge
you need not be taught, what is written is written
time cannot be turned back, so leave this foolish path
accept that she is gone, turn back!”

                                                         ­                                 “what do you celestials know of love and hurt
                                                            ­                                                  you who neither live, nor love or die
                                                             ­                                  you exist unaware of love’s magnificent spell
                                                           ­                                           its pleasant charms and beautiful bylanes
                                                         ­                                                 and certainly you knew not my darling
                                                         ­                                               or of our love, so pure, so full of longing
                                                         ­                 that now remains unfulfilled, like a cruel broken promise
                                                         ­                        without each other I cannot live, nor can she truly die
                                                             ­           her soul shall never find peace until I join her or otherwise
                                                       ­                                                                 ­                      she returns alive”

back and forth they argue
each one unyielding and stubborn
but in the war between love and logic
love is triumphant here
a deal is struck, destiny is forced to yield
under love’s incredible power
                                                           ­                        “Ruru you are adamant, you refuse to compromise
                                                      ­                                                              so you shall have your lover’s life
                                                            ­                                                                 ­    in exchange for a sacrifice
                                                       ­                                         half your destined lifetime you shall give her
                                                             ­                                                           so neither of you shall live long
                                                            ­                                             but while you live you shall be together
                                                        ­                                        if this is acceptable, use your spiritual power
                                                           ­                                                   to make the exchange, but remember
                                                        ­                                                      your life will be that much shorter”

but what is eternal life without love  
so in a trice the exchange is made
from her deathly slumber Pramadwara awakes
to Ruru’s eager, enthusiastic embrace
tears of reunion mingled with pleasure
eyes looking forward to
a life and a death-eternally together

                                                    ­a young couple roams these woods
                                                           ­ wounded by Kama’s arrows
                                                        in­ each other’s eyes they find solace
                                                        th­e rest of the world does not exist


-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  02.10.2012

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Kama : The God of Love
Apsara : Celestial Dancers
Oct 2012 · 1.8k
Happy Birthday Bapu!
it pains me to see
that for many
you’re just a photo on a wall
and on our currency
a permanent fixture in our lives
a tradition that no one knows the origin of
and even if known-misunderstood
your philosophy distorted, your methods abused
the poorest, most controversial parts of it magnified
and what is really important buried
under generations of lip service
and self-serving biases
i myself don’t agree
with everything you said
but still, i admit
that most of it made sense
thank you for questioning violence
and greed, corruption and falsity
thank you for the difference you made
Happy Birthday!
i wish you were around
to clarify what has become twisted
to silence your detractors
and light the way again

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  02.09.2012

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Gandhiji was fondly known as "Bapu"-Father. October 2nd is his birthday. I sincerely regret that for most in my generation his birthday is just another holiday, and worse, a "dry" holiday. They can't see the value in what he practiced and preached. "Ahmisa" is seen as being weak or as a tool for extortion. Not their fault entirely, nor his. As a generation, i think we are extremely cynical and disillusioned by the state of politics and governance in India. Its just a sad state of affairs that I'm making an effort to change in a small way.
Oct 2012 · 971
Familiar Stranger
Who are you?                                                             ­                                                                Who are you?
i think i know you                                                              ­                                             i think i’ve met you
That i’ve seen you before                                                           ­                         and known you inside out
and been with you                                                              ­               touched your dreams, felt your scars
spent some meaningful times                                                          sh­own you mine too, under the stars
shared some laughs and shared some sorrows              we’ve discussed commonalities and discords

                                                       ­                            i know you
                                                             ­                    you know me
                                                              ­                and yet it seems
                                                           ­                  we’ve never met
                                                             ­            and odd as it may seem
                                                            ­              i don’t recognize you

                                                            ­               it makes me want to
                                                              ­                pick your brain
                                                           ­                     pych you out
                                                             ­          sift through your secrets
                                                         ­          need to figure you out to know
                                                            ­           where we’ve met before

                                                         ­         i want to dissect your heart
                                                           ­           and find my place in it
                                                              ­  i know i’ve been there before


-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  01.10.2012

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Oct 2012 · 726
The Essence
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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Oct 2012 · 1.7k
Lazy Monday
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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Sep 2012 · 954
Vinification (Tanka)
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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Sep 2012 · 996
Perspective (10 W)
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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Sep 2012 · 1.6k
Incubation (10W)
in the oven of the mind,the words are baking

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
27.09.2012

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Sep 2012 · 1.1k
A True Fairy Tale...
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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Sep 2012 · 1.1k
Haunted
~~            c            l
           y                        a 
         c                          c  
                l              i
                         
        
storms in my teacup
one every day
something  to fuss over
just for this instant, just to forget
a chain-clanging ghost that lives
in the haunted mansion in my chest
                                                           ­                                           to dilute the hurt
                                                            ­                                       so I can get drunk on it
                                                              ­                                    sacrifice my consciousness
                                                   ­                                              on the altar of emotionality            

                         and then wake up suddenly one morning
                                to realize that this is silly
                                       to weep over illusions
                                                  that i’ve kept myself deluded

there aren’t any storms anymore
just me
and
you
and
happiness

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   25.09.2012

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Love                              is                  not        ­        so                 complicated
Is                                  your             heart          singing              sonnets?
Not                 ­            heart           rending        but                     happy
So                              singing            but     ­        also                    dancing
Complicated         sonnets?       happy        dancing            celebrating!

Hate               ­         is                actually         very                simple-
Is                              a    ­              heart           songless           dying
Actually              heart           worth          feeling,             pitiful
Very                    songless       feeling,          sad                  living
Simple-            ­   dying           pitiful           living          depressing!

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Sep 2012 · 1.1k
Fangless (Tanka)
i feel tired and spent
just like a fangless serpent
wanting to attack
thwarted by its own frailty
a mind full of thoughts to convey
spirit disobeys

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   24.09.2012

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