That time in summer's red, the hilly sands I climbed
willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined
my eyes softened in sea drift's tide, of puddled shallows
ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled
sun slept scarce hours, it's shining seaward beams
that only leave as the final silhouette
vanishes into night's dream

I am a raging typhoon of rampant enthusiasm
I will weave the lasting fabrics of agreement
Stitch and kiss all wounds
until everything stops bleeding for good.

You will succumb to hope
Its pure saline cascade shall cleanse you
Let me kiss each moan, until the countryside of your pain
Is coated in a shimmering rain of pleasure.

Weariness wipes away, coated like bare wood beneath white wash,
the doves sit nearby, waif children, they share their breadcrumbs,
they smile, and demure, until the worst in us all,
fades three shades towards forgotten forever.

I am here to heal you...

God,
I am falling.
God,
I'm so blessed,
but I'm falling.
God,
I'm so weak,
as I'm falling.
God,
I can't speak,
but I'm calling.
God,
You're so strong,
I'm unworthy.
God,
It's so long.
Quite a story.
But God,
I can't speak,
hear me calling,
God,
I'm so weak
and I'm falling.

I am an exothermic reaction
waiting for a catalyst,
every additional substance increases
the number of microstates.
I’ve seen iron bind to hemes
and tried to stop it drip into cracks.
It’s even hard to let go of tears.
I fuss over cells when what matters are organs.
Sometimes a heartbeat is just a beat,
increased by hormones in your head
and I like to close my eyes and listen
to science confirming emotions
and try to quantify art.

we are all and we are none.
we are moon and we are sun.
we are one.

The night dips its pen
in the silvery inks and starry hues
And writes a testimonial to my solitude

Slinking away within me
A song of hopeful annihilation
Matched in silent rhythm to yours


The darkness slips away
Unnoticed and quiet in its exit
It leaves me braided with the music


----Vijayalakshmi Harish
      26/01/07
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

A liar does not experience one but two lies,
a lie in anothers ear and a lie in their own eyes.
How can they look in the mirror with such pride
when their life is some kind of fictional ride.
What mother is proud to admit their child is a liar,
one who only knows truth behind a lie by desire.
Believe all what you see and none of what you hear
this is what I do, due to all my internal fear.
Of being made a fool by someone who fooled me
into thinking I need to be worry free.
I have a high wall set up for everyone around me now
but for the ones who deserve to get over, will they, how?
This is the tricky part about this world of uncertainty
You'll never know who deserves a life in harmony.
You must fall to learn the pain of hitting the ground,
nothings ever promised unless it is a lesson that you've found.
The only thing that can be true and certain
is your own mind, feelings, behind your smiling curtain.
So take this as a life lesson, and carry it to your grave,
the only one we can count on is the only one who can save.