Skin

In the house of trust built somewhere
In the middle of nowhere
A woman with a taxidermist’s mind you met
Stuffs you with rumours and dyes
As you lie like a silent , willing pet
Preserved by words and sighs.
 
And when you wake up you realize
However much you may pretend
You feel the sweaty skin of truth
Only at the faithful end
For what you thought you always knew
You never really did, and what you
 
Thought you did not know
Mounted and lifelike
But hidden in plain sight
You vaguely did
Blinking into
A voiceless,skinless light.
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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).

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