Not much was said
a minimum of words spoken
but within the sparseness of the verbalizations
lay powerful emotions –
after all they were
poets both
whose hearts thrummed
to the same metre!

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   29.12.2012
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

I see the sunlight dappled on the hill,
A balmy afternoon in the late Spring,
I hear the sweet beautiful birdsong still;
It's a time when all the birds sweetly sing!
And the meadows of flowers sweetly blow,
They perfume the air with fragrance so sweet,
Sometimes at evening when I walk slow;
I stop to see those flowers at my feet.
I stop and stoop to smell their dear sweetness,
For they are filled with everlasting grace,
For sometimes they will my fair cheeks caress;
And brush their petals up against my face.
I admire they're so very sweet beauty,
They are a very fond treasure to see!

*~Marian~

Such a windy night,
The trees bow down their heads low,
Wind blowing all night!!

**~Marian~

born of love, shaped by pain
reflecting eons of untold dreams
reach out to the looking glass
what is on the other side
stretched out my arms to touch,
for there i saw everything i am,
and there was the beautiful me that i forever missed
wished the silver shattered,
no longer could i stay incomplete,
prayed i, please lets dissolve
tentatively hands touch the glass
intrigued having never seen my true reflection
realizing there is nothing to fear
within the mirror does a true beauty hold
if only the glass would liquefy
let me pass through to the other realm
inhaled me in, devoured me,
from the both sides; as I leaned my numb self to,
the silver pool of heartless honesty,
swam I, closer towards my reflection,
walked into an embrace,
lifting ourselves into a new reality,
dissolving step within the liquid i did
finding the answer to my unknown half
reflection becoming an untold story
of ourselves trapped in dreamland
a dream that is our made reality
hand in hand we strode,
in our hearts was born a new light,
thanking the force that is pain
that led us to one another
holding each other close,
bound together with unleashed love,
we traversed through the verses of our dreams
succumbed to the reflection
no longer a mirrors image
what was once a lone pond
evolved to a deep ocean
the ocean of love and undying passion,
from which we imbibed back our lost dreams,
quenching our soul's thirst,
celebrating the wonderland life is...

hypocrite memories and perjuring core
deceive me repeatedly

every single recollection i have
is swathed in our smiles

a remembrance of the depths in your eyes
that left me always mesmerized

that window stands as a memorial
to impatient vigils

and your every word-kinder than those of others
rings forevermore in my ears

somewhere the paths diverged
no more we walked as one

yet try as i may i cannot remember
when or how that was done

and maybe that is for the best

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   28.12.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish