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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
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
the divergence of roads
is an illusion
a myth perpetuated
by those who fear solitude
but one who has walked the lonely path
enjoyed all its sights, sounds and sceneries
rested in the shade of its motherly oaks
knows that at last
everything converges
every road, every fellow traveller
every other choice
meets at one
single brilliant point

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   08.02.2013
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish,
I love how "cleaved" can mean both "split" and "linked". The word is its own opposite!
Two mouths share one kiss
allowing
two
to be free.
She was a fragile butterfly
with
razor blade edged wings
Based on a comment made to Camilla Ames as a way to help her find her voice
Stars...

I pray thee guide me safely

through this
night
My eyes
may not see you...

but
I still feel you still

Here
within my heart...

closer than any embrace
could ever
dare.
Sorry for my absence
been moving boxes
in my attic.
Migraine like someone in boots pounding about lol
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