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Writing tidbits 
in insipid ink
in spring
sipping sin
idling wings
I think,
"Is this it? "




Copyright ©  2015 by Visalakshi Viswanathan

In Love's Embrace

She blew in from far northern shores
A breeze infused with laughter,
Thus eagerly my spirit soars
And greets my glorious daughter,

Across wide seas that span the globe,
Ten thousand miles she journeyed,
Just as the surgeon donned his robe
And twirled his knife, unhurried,

She held my hand when I was weak
When I, with drains lay drooping,
To lift my spirits she would seek
Till I with mirth was whooping,

They say my scars are healing fast
That I shall soon recover
In love’s embrace, scars from the past
Fade as fine mist forever.







Copyright ©  2015 by Visalakshi Viswanathan

The Fly Trap

We fly unfettered, free before
Sweet scents of life allure,
A taste of honey’s all we seek
Then find an open door.

The nectar here is unsurpassed,
This room of glass, so neat!
More than the food, there’s ambience
That folk believe they need.

We’re trapped until we breathe our last,
Fall heavily and sigh,
It’s far too late to realise
There is no exit sign.

Copyright ©  2015 by Visalakshi Viswanathan

A Sonnet

How do I thank Thee for Thy wondrous ways,

For gifts of caring family and friends?

For random pleasures and eternal grace,

And bounties from Thy vault that never ends?  

Thou gavest me the will to rise each morn,

To hail the sun, the welkin and the leas,

Thou leadeth me when I am all forlorn,

I hear Thy voice in whispers of the breeze.

There’s but one way I can repay my debt -

To share Thy light with all I meet and greet,

Imperfect as I am, in woe beset,

In blessings of Thy love I am complete.  

I thank Thee Lord for all the joy I've known

I thank Thee Lord, with Thee I’m not alone.

* after Elizabeth Browning

copyright © 2013 Visalakshi Viswanathan

As Swift as Mind

In adoration of the Lord
He lives to serve, that’s his reward
He led his Prince to victory
Across the raging Lankan Sea

His trailing tail he set afire
He paved a path ‘cross straits so dire
Fierce fortresses of foes he fought
And saved his Princess, so distraught

Abounding in humility
His jaw deformed by injury
With mace and bow he’s simply dressed
With Ram and Sita, virtue blest

His might moves mountains great and small
As swift as mind, his faith cures all
Protector of Humanity
To Hanuman may glory be!

copyright © 2013 Visalakshi Viswanathan