Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Portrait of a Fake — A Vignette (poem)

Portrait of a Fake
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 7th, 2013

It’s in her eyes, you understand.
Her eyes that hold the mistrust, the dark fears,
The resentment, the self-deluding lies.
Too frightened to turn inward and read what’s
Held in the abysmal depths of her heart.

It’s in the insincere smile, the tinkling laugh,
The worried look, the cold self-absorption
That mark her every utterance, her tone,
Messaging deceit too light to notice,
As she slithers forward like a cobra.

She holds her grudges, she clings to anger.
She knows no other way, for her very
Self was build on these, too far from childhood
Take those away, and not much is left there.
Just a void with remnant strands of realness.

So, perhaps those resentments and grudges
Those fake-friendly words and insincere smiles
Are fine as they are, for who can face the
Awful truth of one’s own emptiness and
Remain standing, exposed, and in one piece?

Perhaps it would be better, though, to melt
Away into nothingness, perhaps to
Die and reshape oneself into a new
More real, truer self, unpropped by ego
And held aloft by a true love for all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Disregard — A Poem
Disregard -- A Poem
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 7th, 2013

It is only when you sit in silence

Electricity humming in your eyes

That you notice you are grimly angry.

It seems the thought police have invaded

All the spaces, inserted themselves in

All your faces, devoted themselves to

Tracing and erasing all that you are.

“But … But …” you stammer deep within your mind

And now you hope that they will never find

The depth of your disregard for that which

They hold so very dear, so very close

To their lemming hearts, justification

Upon justification to prove that

What they did was always right and always

True, because only they are right, you see.

So, observing all, you reflect and rejoice

That, although they seek to undo your mind

They’ll not find you, for you’ll be gone, a flash

Of  laughter and mischief, and that too will

Vanish in the hot sunshine of your words.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~