We spoke in several tongues that summer night
But the sense of what we said remained the same
Until I tucked a stray hair behind your ear

And quietly touched this other side of you
Hidden beyond a threatening pile
Of dusty files and vintage books.

We lost our heads and labelled lives
Tossing adjectives and clothes behind closed doors – –
And afterwards, in the languid silence

Our fingers interlocked, we stared
At the dawn-stroked frescoes of our future
On the single-coloured ceiling.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

8 thoughts on “Afterwards

  1. suzette portes san jose

    we do have setbacks in life and in time… as we stroll along with the memoirs, we will meet to touch them again with comfort in our heart,,, wonderful poem… the innermost of how life comes and goes … 🙂


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