"somersaulted" poems
Large and wide
Deep and Cool
Filled with the purest water inside
It was our village's hallmark pool..
Stone lined walls on all sides
WIth steps going down to the water
And stones for washing clothes
Which also doubled for scrubbing our feet..
Live with fish and water snakes
Who were friends with us kids,
Frogs who would sing chorus during the rains
and ferns green and bright on the walls.
With overhanging trees on the banks
We came running and dived into the water
somersaulted and torpedoed
and swam in all fashions and styles...
Swimming and diving from the banks
We played "catch me if you can"
from the time we are back from schools
Till it is dark and when calls come from our homes.
With swollen finger tips
and red eyes, but
After the long swim and bath
Having dinner right away and
slipping into a good night's sleep...
Days where there were no TVs to watch
Days where there no homeworks to be done
Days where what mattered most were friends
Days which take us to the sweet childhood..
Gone is the pride of our village
there are no kids who play in the water
For there is no water in the pond
except for a few months during the rains
Kids are no longer kids
They have TV to watch
Phone and computers to play
Virtual friends to play with
Lucky we were
to have such beautiful childhoods
Such memorable friendships
Such adventurous rainy seasons
....
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
the dregs of your spotted smiles somersaulted in an elegant arc
fell in helpless array and landed nine planets away from my feet
and something slightly old still feeds my anger at your impatience
I forage through my grace to keep my tongue from spilling mess
and my heart feels all squiggly as I sneeze my way to your mocking silence
I gladly offer sweet indulgence while you openly despise my faults
I forage through my fantasies, not wishing to appear so trivial
lesions swell on the plastic head of revulsion
let not depression eat at your sweet magical pulse
still strongly beating in the sometimes sepulchral coffers of life
scorn not the honey bee buzzing or the hummingbird flitting
embrace the nuisance of calamity
for it helps along the way
to make vigorous the spirit
to wedge a cardiac space in place of pillowcase full of stones
where giants sleep in silent meadows across the land
sensing no sharp slingshot from no nifty bottle legged creature
and disappearing into the thicket would be the right time
on a heavy back, a child carries a burden made of toxic crayons
to melt away the awful prejudice of its forbears; undo the chains
the bringer of rain stands alone in a puddle, or is it a lake?
are YOU awake?
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
The Wait:
don’t look for love in public spaces
love is shy always
hesitating she comes with flowing grace
to the patient lover
in the end all that is needed
is to look into the mirror –
in the reflection of your eyes
you’ll find her!
The First Smile:
Oh! Say not that this world is mean
do not turn your face away from me!
the lack of a smile in return
was not intended to spurn
but your smile left me so captivated
so caught up and fascinated,
that even as my heart somersaulted,
my lips forgot to smile!
Being Together:
the mist hides my secrets,
of it are born my desires
the arc of the moon expands to contain
every wish of this lovesick heart
the morning but amplifies this-
the sweetness of the night’s embrace
on sleepless pyres were burnt our passions
on winter’s breath our dreams impaled!
Inseparability:
Love isn’t Love
until one sees
that I am You
and You are Me
so where lies the question
of coming and going
wherever you are
there I shall be!
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
What’s the color of the sky in your memory?
I know you loved your twinkling mansion
But with misty eyes I realized that-
You’re awaiting just beneath my heart.
I hummed melodies lacking pace
And studied verses to sidetrack you
But do you remember the days
I talked to you endlessly?
You kicked me with at most joy
And somersaulted all around me
But you never knew that I dreamt-
A thousand dreams of loving you!
I’m sorry for all your dreams
I’m sorry for all your smiles
You deserved to be born
But I butchered you!
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
I am forever stuck
On spin cycle,
Tumbling around in my own mind.
Drowning,
Gasping,
For air.
I cry out for help,
but no one can hear me
Through the glass.
It seems they can't see me
Either,
As I am somersaulted
Into pain.
I just want someone to be
Gentle.
Cycle,
And all I can think is
Lazy days,
Daisies lay as
I wilt
Among the clothes.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
Judith sat on her bed
the window showed
night sky
and moon
and stars
she'd been
carol singing
with the choir
walking the route
outlined
singing at houses
to people
she and Benedict
amongst others
the parson
had the torch
others battery lamps
to read from sheets
she had walked
with Benedict
close by
near to his elbow
breathed in
his air
not cold
his hands
holding the sheet
if I lean closer
I can rub mine
against his
she did
skin on skin
she lifted her eyes
from the sheet
with words of carols
studied his face
lit up by
lamp light
hazel eyes
lips open
now closed
kiss
O if
maybe he will
if
she leaned in
he looked up
from the sheet
looked at the others
nearby rustling sheets
moving lamps
shadowed
he moved in
please kiss
she sensed him near
lips brushed
closer please
touch me
fill me
empty me
he moved in
pressed his lips
to hers
all else blanked
moon
stars
sky
others
rustling sheets
light gone
all else
but the kiss
the lips
undone
opened up
filled
she sensed
knife-like wounds
in her being
in her heart
in her ***
her heart somersaulted
her lips burned
to bright red
and branded his
more more
press
into me
seal our lips
as one
his free hand
encircled her
hers
encircled him
her bed creaked
she moved
further back
their lips
had parted
carols began
others sang
he and she
rustled sheets
lips aflame
she felt older
than her 13 years
at that moment
in time
he seemed ancient
in his 14 years aged
just love
lips
kiss
no crime.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
You were here,
Seated right next to me,
Eating slowly,
Savoring every mouthful of my homemade African delicacies,
That I had prepared specially for you,
You ate to your full,
And your face was fixed with a merry grin,
I cleared the table and walked to the kitchen,
Where you followed and held me from the back,
Turned me around,
And looked right into my eyes,
You claimed to be performing a ritual,
“To kiss the cook when the food is good”,
You lowered your lips onto mine,
My heart somersaulted,
My feet and arms were wobbly,
My brain stopped working,
And as I struggled to steal a breath,
During this long and sensual kiss,
I suddenly woke up!
What a dream!
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
In white
he was dressed
but all my senses screamed red,
dipped in scorching passion
as he came and stood before me
there and then, his plush lips made an O
as he uttered efficiently the word, hello
Oh! holy hell,
my feet went feeble and
my mind somersaulted,
Sudden hormonal rush
made me blush as if
I were a crazy, stupid teenager.
Oh! Please get a grip
my inner goddess pursed her lips.
His tongue rolled, the velvety sound
like a love song dipped in butter
oozed from his deliciously moist mouth,
it made no sense,
but left me soaked in sensation.
Sensuous sound of his voice
was like a melody of monsoon
on a vivaldian violin.
How I wished we were alone,
not amidst the **** crowd,
How I desired your hands
to discover my contour,
contour that craved for you.
Intense inclination induced by
what? love or infatuation?
I simply don't care, now
all I want is to have you right here.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Cluelessly i blankly glared at the snow white writing pad
As my hand scribbled furiously
Back and forth my fingers moved the pen as it mercilessly tainted the paper
Ideas somersaulted in my skull
My time was limitless
As my pen tried to define my destiny
The scribbling noise was enough evidence that the two were glued in a mutual conversation
Ohhh what do i say
The pen spoke as it continued to *** the blue fluid
You are more than a mystery
The now colored paper replied
Neither could i explain nor understand
As ideas frothed from my recess deep in the core of my brain
Where creativity nested waiting for right moment to erupt like an active volcano
It takes more than thinking it needs focusing the climaxing pen breathed out
Am making a poet am creating a voice of reason
By jumbling alphabets and sometimes drawing blanks
I make words play on top of you
I smiled as it dawned to me i had an arsenal to fight this word war
Pen as my spear and the book my shield
With both i am a knight
A literature warrior
Who can unite intellectuals
And create a kingdom of creativity
Poetry is born
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC