You're my little pal,
One I pray and care for so!
We're favourite friends!

*~Marian~

A call from the rills,
The sweet sounding anthem trills,
A sweet melody!

From breezes to wind,
Mother Nature embraces,
Beautiful Nature!

Anthem of praise,
Echos from Mountains to rills,
From meadows to fields!

A sweet melody,
Birds sweetly singing in trees,
The sun shines brightly!

A dome of Nature,
A cathedral of swet praise,
A dome of anthem!

Every creature,
Has it's own sweet song to sing,
Nature of sweet song!

Katydids and bees,
Crickets and the kittycats,
All beautifully sing!*

~Marian~

इन आँखों मे नींद आ तो जाती है                                                        Sleep does come to these eyes
लेकिन रुक नही पाती                                                             ­            but it never stops a while
ना जाने क्यों यह आँखें                                                            ­           I know not why these eyes            
बन गयी हैं तुम्हारी परछाई                                                            ­    have become your shadow.
इस तनहाई से बनती थी मेरी                                                            T­his loneliness used to be my friend
तो आज उसे देख                                                              ­                 then on meeting it today
मैं क्यों मुस्का ना पाई?                                                             ­         Why couldn’t I smile back at it?
क्यों भटकती हूँ मैं इन राहों मैं-                                                          Why­ do I keep roaming these streets?
क्यों मैं तुम्हारी यादें भुला ना पाई?                                                    Why can’t I forget your memories?
- विजयालक्ष्मी हरीश                                                             ­            - Vijayalakshmi Harish
  २१.१२.२०१२                                              ­                                         21.12.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

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

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Colours big and bright,
It will soon be night.
A day is dying,
Leaving me crying!

The sunset turns grey,
The end of a day,
Your colours so bright,
Are turning so dark!

Now the moon and stars,
Are shining at night,
The colours so bright;
Have so soon faded.

The colours faded,
It is now twilight,
Your colours so bright;
Have so soon faded!

*~Marian~

On a balmy afternoon,
In the whisper of tall grass,
And faint sigh of breeze-stirred trees;
I feel His presence.*

~Hilda~