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1.3k · Jan 2013
Lost Words
the most difficult words to say
are those that lie in that unexplored space
between the said and the unsaid
that which was spoken was understood
furthermore you did divine much of that which wasn’t
but there are some salient sentiments
that begin somewhere in the depths of myself
traverse  the tricky path to my lips
and die there
incognito

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   27.01.2013
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1.3k · Dec 2012
A Mystery...
when Sita asked Rama
to get her the golden deer
what did she actually want?

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
24.12.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
1.3k · Aug 2012
Introversion
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.
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
I                         choose               to                 live                    a                     positive              life
choose                to              ­     make              it               purposeful            and             worthwhile
to                      make                  it      ­          rosier               and                 prettier              everyday,
live                     it                     rosier            and              happier              with     ­               love -
a                   purposeful          and             happier       existence -       perpetually       peaceful    
positive          and                  prettier     ­    with         perpetually            no                     sorrow
life             worthwhile       everyday,     love -           peaceful             sorrow                 alive!

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1.3k · Jan 2013
The Road
Some roads
are made to get lost in
this was one
it invited us
to wander blankly
without an agenda, without a destination
just following its undulating shady guidance
to nowhere in particular
to just walk on endlessly
sometimes noiselessly
sometimes talking nineteen to the dozen
but always moving
deeper and deeper
further along its contours

it haunts my dreams yet
it surfaces as a desire from the depths of my unconscious

this road,
and
that walk
when we got lost

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   18.01.2013
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If you'd like to, you can see the photo of the road at : http://vijyalakshmiharish.tumblr.com/
1.3k · Feb 2013
stranger (10 w)
even before
we met
i was
your
memory
of
myself

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
12.02.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
1.3k · Aug 2012
Verbs
In burning flowing words that ask

To love to hate to feel the ache

Of existence

I grow I fall

I seek the stars

All the time when I’m awake

I live I die I keep my vows

While promises lead me astray

I sleep I wake I stay up late

To talk my thoughts away

I watch the waves and lose myself

My mind goes all the way

I learn and I teach

I wet my feet

And danced in the rain today



-Vijayalakshmi Harish

12.06.2012
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1.3k · Dec 2012
Who I am
an oddity, an aberration
an icon, an inspiration
like the fabled camel through the eye of the needle
i am a miracle

through centuries of strife
i’m awake
through stories of me and mine
i’m awake
beyond chains and wings
i’m awake
in the ***** of the day
i’m awake
in the freedom of the night
i’m awake
unbowed, untied
i’m awake
in war and in peace
i’m awake

can you really look me in the eye
and tell me I’m not?
can you do me an injustice
and not feel terrified?
can you shove me aside
and feel complete?
can you bury my story
and live undead?
can you take what is mine
and stay forgiven?

i am compassion, i am pride
i am I

i am the earth and the sky
i am the source of life

i am gold that is purified
i am the carbon that has crystallized

i am every woman
i am I.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
         24.12.2012
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For Ragini and the others and for myself. For every woman in every country.
1.3k · Jan 2013
troubled waters
what is this unholy distress
that even words
seem unable to soothe?
instead it inflames them;
poisons them -
turns my ideas into a malicious brood
that commands
every ounce of my attention today
i would
if i could
pluck out this bitter vine
that encircles me sinuously
growing within me
as if born from a mystery seed.
unhindered it occupies every crevice in my brain
finding its way
into every sense, every act
every thought.

but then I think
a complete life
cannot be all sweet.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   30.01.2013
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1.2k · Aug 2012
Trap
caught in a trap
i look for an escape

it stifles me
it binds me
it does not let me speak

i'll break free though
i know its weaknesses

the trap is love
and the key to open it

is love itself
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
02/08/2012

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1.2k · Oct 2012
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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1.2k · Sep 2012
In the Mind Maze (Tanka)
Getting lost within
the maze in your magic mind
dream like curves inside
powerful potent potions
coursing within lovely veins
leaving me inspired

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
17.09.2012

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A million thanks to Paul Gurrieri for his encouragement and guidance in writing this :)
1.2k · Jan 2013
Negative Space (Tanka)
dark winds of self-doubt
blow furiously today
in their sway i flee
toward those same old roads
where i sure do suffer
self-inquisition

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   10.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish,
“writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

Its not writer's block really...I just feel my work has become repetitive and stuck! :(
1.2k · Feb 2013
Analogy
this saline solution
that hides just behind the eyelids
=
an intravenous drip
when i’m off-colour

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   06.02.2013
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1.2k · Sep 2012
you and i are a story...
you and I are a story
with an open ending
each person who sees us together
writes a different version
                                                         ­        some say we’re a fairytale
                                                       ­          some say we’re a tragedy
                                                         ­                                                            for others were are a comedy
                                                          ­                                                           or just a short story
in some minds we’re a thriller
going on all kinds of adventures
in others an expression of horror
two people who just should not be together

                                                       ­     the way I see it sweetheart
                                                      ­             we are all of these
                                                        but­ the most important thing
                                                        is that our story has no ending
                                                       and that’s the way it should be

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
        12.09.2012

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Dawn                      comes                  with            ­   a             mesmerizing         drizzle
Comes                     slowly               tiptoeing         fresh               and                   alive
With                        tiptoeing            lovely    ­         mist-           nostalgic                fire -
A                               fresh               mist-             awakening       deeper               desire
Mesmerizing               and                nostalgic          deeper            my       ­            love
Drizzle                        alive,               fire-                 desire            love               satisfied!

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  23.09.2012

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2Cti12XBw4
1.2k · Aug 2012
Maaya
refusal of life
of me
of everything
as i sink deeper in this world
of shadows and puppets
nothing is real
all is magic
of the other kind-
that terrifies
and drowns out the sounds
of the pitiful cries
all is Maaya-
that ethereal goddess
so beautiful, so golden
the eternal mirage-
His handmaiden-partner in crime
she deludes and confuses
holds me captive in her embrace
i forget myself and refuse
to see the truth
who wants that-
when the lies are so lovely!

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1.2k · Aug 2012
Dare
i dare to dream
i dare to defy
i dare to speak
i dare to cry

i dare to live
i dare to die
i dare to face
my inner lies

i dare to fear
i dare to care
Life - after all
is a game of truth or dare

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   06/08/2012
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1.2k · Jan 2013
Nostalgia
i have it with me yet
that pink-white morning rose-
browned now but still fragrant
with memories of your gentleness
retaining even now
a trace of the care that i know
you must have lavished upon it
before you gave it to me
it lies flattened between the pages of
Little Women
i dare not move it from there
for fear that the petals will crumble
a sole physical reminder
of something shared
a comforter when i am
in a pensive mood
feeling like i’ve lost
that nothing is going my way
i look between the pages
to find a smile
and a tear
share equal space
on my nostalgic face

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
    22.01.2013
    Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Thank you Aditya for the idea and Kirti for the title suggestion!
1.2k · Mar 2013
When it Rains Colours...
the morning mist in my eyes
translates onto paper
rainbows born of my tears.
ink turns to fluid gold
and dances across the pages,
every verse earns its space.
Oh! Seller of Colours!
You've painted my day!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   21.03.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Happy World Poetry Day everyone! :)
nimble
footed
reminiscences
skip
away
from
me    
           i
                          run
                                 ­               after
  and
get
hopelessly
                       ­                                                                 ­                                                

               ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                         lost!

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
26.12.2012
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1.1k · Dec 2012
Silence! s'il vous plait...
there were those days
when my thoughts
washed upon your shores
freely  for you to pick and choose
and to cherish if you would

but now
the waves have fallen silent
the clams, they stay shut
why would they open?
unloved, unwanted, unheard
they decay

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   20.12.2012

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Aditya Bhaskara - Thank you for helping me edit this! :)
1.1k · Oct 2012
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 :)
1.1k · Sep 2012
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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1.1k · Jan 2013
Fete
a temple tower proudly embossed over
the sun's last blush
stands a silent spectator
to the revelry

just like it stood welcoming
over kings
in
an
era
long
past

i stare into time
and time  stares back at me


- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   15.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Wish I could show you'll the photo!
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
our
myriad
loves -
                               very
                           uniquely
                            human
                         conundrums,
hardly
ever
humdrum
                         how
                         then
                          exists
                          boredom?

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   19.01.2013
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“Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“There are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people.”
― G.K. Chesterton

“I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless, it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say ‘I’m bored.”
― Louis C.K.
1.1k · Dec 2012
The Debts of Love
two smiles on either shore,
an ocean of tears lies in between
how does one even swim across-
all i can do is drown!

softly treading water
escaping the shards of lost dreams
sometimes my heart shattered
and there are some that i have broken
there is much kindness that i do not deserve
and yet much kindness is due to me
in this mist of shifting identities
how do i navigate-
all i can do is lose myself!


- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   16.12.2012

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1.1k · Jan 2013
between you & me
the silky silver song of time
slips away through my fingers
mirroring the stars above
my mind makes moth trails
in the wind – swaying
to the tune of love
you are the day and light
i, the darkness and the night
between us hangs our world
with wordy crayons we fill
the blank spaces
never bothering to stay within the lines
your eyes they bore within me
mining me for answers
but some questions are born
without a destiny to find
purposeless they loiter
and are laid to rest among the flowers
that bloom in our silences

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   08.01.2013
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1.1k · Dec 2012
The Silence Paradox
what is this thing
that resides in our silences
threatening to reveal all
in that brief fearful moment
before the curtain falls?
a monstrous beast be it
like the one that the Grimms described
gentle in its grotesquness
it leaves its trace behind.
this paradoxical distance
becomes longer with each word spoken
like a mobius strip
twisted within itself
it leaves me craving for closure
Schrödinger’s cat I am
neither built nor broken

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
        14.12.2012

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What I heard - and then saw through the mind's eye.

Aditya Bhaskara - Thank you for the spark :)
1.1k · Feb 2013
Monsterized
underneath this quite white sheet
a ghost
pretends to be
a person
with a heartbeat, a life breath
a claim at an elusive mortality
a spirit in denial of
its drained vitality
haunting unknowingly
striking fear
even as it tries to silence
the clanging chains of
its past
monsterized
it has no other identity

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  10.02.2013
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1.1k · Sep 2012
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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1.1k · Oct 2012
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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cups of warm tea
shared together
over dog eared pages
on a cemented bench
covered with leaves
raindrops singing in tandem
to a rhythm known only to frogs
and here we sit
staring into the mist
wrapped in the warm blanket of silence

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
27.12.2012
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1.1k · Aug 2012
Scars
When your Name
was appended to mine,
My parents said-
“It’s for your security.”
Blinded by my Veil;
I couldn’t see-
It was a false promise.

In your embrace, I wanted to thrive,
to flourish, to live.
But I was pushed aside-
A bud that died,
Not blossoming
Into a flower.

When I asked for Freedom,
you gave me Abandonment.
When I asked for a Voice
to express myself-
you gave me Screams of Anguish.
When I asked to be Loved;
you gave me Pain.

I lie here now,
A discarded rag
Without an identity.
Keeping me company
are the scars on my arms-
Scars- a gift of
your undying love for me?

- Vijayalakshmi Harish

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This is the poem for which I won the first prize at Ananya- an intercollegiate fest hosted by Sophia’s college, Mumbai on December 16th, 2005.
All participants were shown some photographs(with captions). Participants were told to choose one of them and write a poem about it on the spot.
The picture that I chose depicted a woman in a burqa, lying on the ground with her hand spread out as if she was trying to reach out to someone. The setting was of some dilapidated area, with tall and long brick walls on both sides. The picture had the caption- “ Isolated and Anonymous, to whom can she turn?”.
On the basis of the picture and the caption given I wrote the above poem
1.1k · Sep 2012
Need for Confusion
sometimes the worlds i enter
are not the worlds i’m meant to be in
i can’t deal with this pain
too piercing to be real, too solid to be fake
sometimes I regret getting into your mindspace
the chaos is too reasonable
too logical too orderly for it to be what it should
it pushes me away strong-armed memories
password protected secret files
stored in colour coded vaults
can’t break down the walls
all I want is to regress
back into myself
and stay there-rocked shut
you can’t pry me open
I’m lost in my mental pandemonium
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
        14.09.2012

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1.1k · Dec 2012
Distractions
my mind meanders
as the night grows restless
reaching out with passionate fingers
that draw me out of my stupor
                                                  i’m twisted in their embrace
                                                  conflic­ted, astray in this maze
                                                  with unquenched desire they pry me open

an endless procession of memories -
set free from their anchors, they rise up
contorting themselves to the tunes of                       “Should I enter or not?” asks the labyrinth
“what if?” and  “ why not?”                                                           the maze gifts me dead-ends
demanding answers that cannot be given

                                                     an­ argument of the heart with itself
                                                     is not one that finds resolution
                                                    th­e decision is the destination


in the end they all await the Sun

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  17.12.2012

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1.1k · Dec 2012
The Vows
Would you stop for a minute
and lie down by my side,
look up at the stars with me
beneath this blue night sky?

Would you tell me your story
your secrets and your fears
and trust me to keep them safely
as we peel away the layers?

Would you take me as I am
hurts and tears and all?
and seal each scar with a kiss
help me stand up when I fall?

Hold my hand and walk with me
I’ll stay forever by your side
hold you when you stumble
lean on you when I’m tired.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   13.12.2012

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Not entirely happy with this one..been working on it since yesterday afternoon. Suggestions for improvement are most welcome! :)
1.1k · Dec 2012
Beyond Distances
in this nearly empty train
i sit by the window thinking of you
every minute that passes
takes me farther away
and yet
I’m joyous
for i can feel
the waves of your love
washing over me.
You, my love,
are the smile that refuses to leave my lips
others look, wondering why
only I know .
you are the strumming within my chest
that never ceases
yours is the memory
that never leaves.
i smile
even as a solitary teardrop
rolls down my cheek
and falls on the cool surface
a compound of pain with pleasure.
i’m conflicted
yet at peace
sorrowful
yet happy.
and isn’t this
what love is about,
what it has always been.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   25.12.2012
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1.1k · Feb 2013
Eternity
death's disarray
shows up as
the pages in my diary
a reminder of transitions
of moving on
of skins shed to morph
yesterday i died
today i was reborn
only to die yet again
the cycle goes on

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   08.02.2013
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1.1k · Sep 2012
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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1.0k · Jan 2013
Transcendence
when is a work of art not just a work of art?

at what point does it stop
being only a thing of beauty
and transform-
the self
the society
the Universe
                                                                when does it transcend the real
                                                                and become something magical
                                                               helping one fall through –
                                                               the rabbit hole
                                                                the wormhole
                                                                the black hole
                                                                                                                                      when does it become
                                                                                                                                     an unstoppable force
                                                                                                                                     and cause –
                                                                                                                                     a revolution
                                                                                                                                     an evolution
                                                                                                                                     an absolution


                              and at which moment does  it make you stop in your tracks
                                                          stop breathing and exclaim
                            “Gar Firdaus, ruhe zamin, hamin asto, hamin asto, hamin ast!”

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   05.01.2013
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish,
"If there is heaven on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here!"
1.0k · Jan 2013
Brainchild (Word Sonnet)
beautiful
beginnings
beget
buoyant
bubbles -
                           becoming
                           bold,
                          better
                          ­beliefs
bask
brightly
beneath
brilliant
brainstorms

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   25.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Inspired by Kirti's Sonnet #1 (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/sonnet-1-14/)
1.0k · Nov 2012
Wisp of Smoke
my subconscious writes me letters
gentle urgings -
from that deepest space
where dreams go to rest
and fears go to hide
little fragments of inspiration
that dance provocatively
only to vanish
when i rise from my stupor
little ghosts of memories past
present and future
bound up together
as unfailing reminders
that wherever i go
i will always be me

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
30.11.2012

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1.0k · Nov 2012
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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1.0k · Sep 2012
the no goodbye syndrome
its annoying
that you left without saying goodbye
without as much as a wave in my direction
it feels like an incomplete conversation
as if I’m talking to myself
without a reply!

i open the door
every five minutes
keep expecting to see you on the doorstep
it just doesn’t feel
like you’re missing
you’ve always left things lacking

checking my mail has become an obsession
i'm waiting for a reply
sitting next to my phone
hoping it will sing
can’t concentrate much on anything else
got to figure out why you left

it doesn’t feel like a broken heart
how could it be
when I’m in denial
but there is this
almost physical sting
that holds me captive night and day
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
03.09.2012

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I read this quote today that I really liked - "The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained". Tried turning it into a poem.
1.0k · Dec 2012
Something New...
These lambent, sun-kissed roads
are strangers to me today
New and fresh with promise
they lead on as if to say -
walk with us silently
onwards to new dreams
bridge all these myriad distances,
break down these barriers
why must you stay fettered
when you can discover yourself?
is this what the universe has planned
or is it a spell you’ve cast?
that every happiness that heaven has
lies within my grasp?

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  22.12.2012
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Walking to work today felt a little different...I felt more positive, more charged than I have in days. But somehow I'm unable to put that feeling into words. This is the best I could do! :(
1.0k · May 2013
Lost
disenchanted with a day
overfed with sweetness.
the hoax of the flesh
the illusion of the intellect
punish .
even my own face in the mirror
appears as that of a stranger
my own thoughts
seem borrowed from
some memory of what this day
should feel like.
walking through photographs,
everything too pungent to the eye,
all i crave
is to be me again.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  24.05.2013
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1.0k · Jan 2013
The Wait
Its 11 pm
and you are still at work
i know there is nothing you can do about that
but there are things i wish you would do
like eat a snack in the evening
the fact that you haven’t eaten anything since lunch
worries me immensely
you tell me to have dinner and go to sleep
to not wait up for you
but in your absence food tastes like sawdust
the bed is a cold hard stone
in any case sleep refuses to comfort
my thoughts which throw up numerous questions –
are you hungry? would you have eaten? are you tired?
working late would be making you upset, are you okay?
and so on – i wish i could ignore them, not worry,
and say that you’re an adult and can take care of yourself
but i know from experience my love,
just how well you do not do that

so here i am waiting up for you
at 11 pm
hoping in futility that somehow
my worrying will help

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  09.01.2013
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Not really a poem-just a rant...
Packetfuls of some morning long gone
Celebrations of some relations long lost
Appraisals of youth long withered
Dying of some laughter long forgotten
Yellowed photographs newly rediscovered.

As if after the hesitation of two decades
They’ve resurfaced out of a rusty old box
Freshly etching old patterns, repainting innocence
A revision of life… what if….what if not….
Some strange spirit of myself smiles back at me

“Is that me?” leading on to “Who am I?”
Existential discomfort set alight
The sleepless questions- twisting and turning
Memories in my head- swimming and swirling

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
     16/06/2007
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