i have it with me yet
that pink-white morning rose-
browned now but still fragrant
with memories of your gentleness
retaining even now
a trace of the care that i know
you must have lavished upon it
before you gave it to me
it lies flattened between the pages of
Little Women
i dare not move it from there
for fear that the petals will crumble
a sole physical reminder
of something shared
a comforter when i am
in a pensive mood
feeling like i’ve lost
that nothing is going my way
i look between the pages
to find a smile
and a tear
share equal space
on my nostalgic face

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
    22.01.2013
    Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

Curl up against me
Lay your head upon my chest
And listen to me
As my syncopating heart
Beats a song of love for you

I saw your hand
reach for mine
in the back of the car
on a late night ride
elation consumed my head, and
crushing disappointment followed
when I opened my eyes
to the ceiling
of my bedroom

With each sweet moment
That you share my company
Lips softly smiling
Caressing me with your eyes
You fill me with a tempest

One day to change it all,
One day to take a hit,
One day to stop my fall,
One day to get rid of it.

One day can change my fate,
One day to clear my sight,
One day of "its not too late"
One day to end this fight.

One day is all I need,
One day more to lift this curse,
One day to find what to seek,
One day to live with the worst.

One day left for misery,
One day to see a new,
One day of seeking a mystery,
One day being closer to you.