Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

On Working With Hypocrites

On Working With Hypocrites
©september 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

An arrow comes straight at me
Pierces the skin, goes right through,
And vanishes into sub-space.

So many arrow-cuts!
So many entries into
An alternate universe!

Every unkindness, every slight
Every stabbing by the two-faced
Bring a revelation

If only it weren’t quite so painful!

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Zing!

Radical

Radical
©September 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Things take root where they can –
Sandy soil, clay-ey soil, soil rich in humus –
Things take root, and grow.

Ideas grow, too, and minds,
And passion and fervour,
And hatred and mistrust,
And love and kindness.

Plant well, weed well, nurture well.
When radical change happens,
Keep yourself rooted
in that which matters.

Find your soil first.

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Radical

Lines Written in Response to My Wounded Dog at the Vet’s

Lines Written in Response to My Wounded Dog at the Vet’s
©September 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Canine puzzlement
Gazes out from deep, brown eyes
Pain forms a question.

My voice in her ears
Words she understands dimly,
Whose intent she knows.

Reassurance grows
Amidst these entangled threads
Perplexed eyes soften.

Love is absolute
Days wheel around her and me,
With her at my heels.

My dog’s trust humbles
I am sworn to keep her safe
Confusion, begone!

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Perplexed