Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

This, Maybe

This, Maybe
©August 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

You walk along the path together,
Cocooned in yourselves, and growing,
Looking out at the reservoir nearby
Flashing silver amongst tall trees.

The birds are muted, lonely,
The trees noisy, conferring.
The underbrush hints of hidden
Creatures, crawling or hopping.

Legs flash by, all in a hurry
To get somewhere, do something.
People running, dogs alongside.
The sky bends tightly over them.

You talk of life, politics, books,
You don’t talk of love, longing.
You swim in the silence of possibility
Wondering of a future life together.

This is the time of learning
This is the magic time before
Understanding blooms in your heart,
And you think, This is it, maybe.

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Maybe

Glimpse

PHOTO PROMPT - © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  100 words

Glimpse

©September 2nd, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

All of life was mirrored in those bay windows.  The sky went about its business, pink and gold, to blue, sometimes storm-gray, back to pink and gold, to deep blue to black, back to pink and gold.  Clouds played out their drama occasionally.  Stars blinked in and out of existence.

Another window saw itself reflected in those windows.

Their owners glimpsed each other.

All the desire in the world converged at the intersection of their glance.  A universe of possibility unfolded before them.  They glimpsed happiness, mad ecstasy, union.

Then, they went back to their wives.

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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (our Fairy Blog-Mother) for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and for the photo-prompt!