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Fog in gray blankets
Draws thick curtains across streets
Covers the Buildings
Hides shapes and steals colour
Sirens and red lights burst through
Tanka
They are the HP trinity
father mother daughter three
they share their faith and love and all
and raise one up if they should fall
no one is shunned nor turned away
and for them all they freely pray
where would we be without these friends
true hearts on which we can depend
Timothy and Hilda too
and Marian this poems for you
may God bless and guide your feet
giving to you his love complete
for in these days of endless night
to those in need you've offered light
to Timothy Hilda and Marion for always being there when others needed them
Her bold eyes probe,
his body quite avidly,
his crotch, gets well scorched!
Comfy couch
a cup of coffee...

cheerful company

cuddling close.
This is it
I'm done
Over you once and for all.
I'm letting it go
For now and forever.
Closure is nonexistent
Only makes me want you more
But I'm done
It's over
I'm done thinking about you
One way or another
I'm forgetting you.
No matter what it takes.
I'm going to get better.
Even if that means getting worse first.
Maybe it isn't much of a poem but it's important because it's a promise to myself and it's letting go. As little as it may seem it felt amazing. I'm clearing my mind and truly letting go.
Monochrome landscape
Too subtle to perceive well
Looming dark-ling shapes
Seeping nocturnal spectra
But above, stars incandesce
Tanka
Love
is the fount of abundance
of endless youth – which knows
only to give
but Lover, do you know
how to take?

to you she offers this-
the legacy of the Wait
employ it as you will –
as a bed of thorns or as a work of art
the choice is yours

when the current of time shall turn
your chance will come
to take from that fount all you want
but the journey is arduous
the climb-treacherous
many a pitfall may lie in your path
beware - stay steadfast!

pour all of yourself without hesitation
drop by drop into that sacrificial fire
as your ink depletes onto the pages
like Svaha meeting Agni
there will come to exist
the consummation of your innermost desires

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   23.01.2013
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Inspired by Aditya's poem A Thing of Art (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-thing-of-art/).
Thank you Aditya!

Svaha & Agni : Svāhā is a minor goddess, and the wife of Agni-the God of Fire in Vedic mythology. It is said that the gods to whom offerings are being made through yagna (sacrificial fire) refuse the offerings unless the word 'svaha' is uttered during the sacrifice.
I'll take only that which you give me...


nothing more.
Snow blind
unkind
as blurred shadows dance
within the ice...

her mirrored form
born of light

a snow summoned mirage

a phantom

a spectral entity beckoning
with long slender
fingers...

air borne
twirling flakes
covering her modesty

eyes echoing
the emptiness of meadows

a kelidascope of
blues and greens
amidst Hazel browns and golds

her lips azure
whisper upon the breeze
calling me
to follow

and follow I must

for I am hope
and unspoken promises

for in her arms are held
my dreams
for

I am the Spring.
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