Passion drives us to great heights and achievements
The passion drawn from the ****** position
The will to survive to take our first breath, to know life
The passion that lingers and stills the heart for a moment
To stand and stare at the passing wild flower
Passion shared by two in the throes of ****** hunger
That connects and binds and twines beings into one
Passion so felt within a heart
will make a simple person extraordinary

Passion to live beyond, just over the line
Taking risks, taking chances
Passion to love, to live, to dance, to eat, to laugh, to cry, to feel
Passion makes the difference
Between the millionaire and the pauper
Passion – everyone has it
It’s whether you want to use it or save it for later!

The grandfather clock painfully strikes ten
My lover appears in my mind again
She’s miles away and yet she moves my core being
With her smile and grace, I can only stand in awe
I imagine her lying beside me, my arms wrapped around her
To keep her safe from harm’s hand
And I am gently stroking her skin and feel her goosebumps appear
I can smell her freshly washed hair gently brushing against my face
I lift her hair up and lay a kiss on the back of her neck
She shivers and pulls my arms tighter around her body
My mind is playing tricks on me
For a moment, I think I do feel her presence here and near
I may be dreaming or just imagining
But the night is young and She’s on my Mind.

Watch the clock tick as the sands of life slip into the void.
Feel the infinite moment pass you by.
Count the seconds.
Feel age creep over your skin.
Every moment, unique in its self.
Then it’s gone.

She's looking for this perfect guy that only exist in heaven.
But she don't pray on him
She prey on weak men
Little that she know; the smaller the meal,
The more servings she needs
So her deeds seem like she doesn't wanna get saved
Her last dude make her resentful
Her new spirit is sinful
Yet, she looks for a guy to be forgetful
Someone who turns to the other cheek
Who don't mind when she creeps
Just praise him every now and then
All the things she thinks makes the perfect man
She won't even settle for a priest
And she far from a Nun herself

How many perfect men do you know?
None.
Or else...

We took such a beautiful risk
We left a trail behind
We loved so strangely
We left a trail behind
    You touched me with meaning
          You left your trail behind
    You kissed me so deeply
          You left your trail behind
                    I loved you so sincerely
                                                          Did I leave my trail behind?

pain
is
an
unusual
gift –
it
helps
appreciate
pleasure
better -
i
hope
for
healing

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
   03.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish

blank
page
fluttering
in
this
periodic
breeze -
anticipates
my
story,
what
shall
I
write?

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   01.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish