Stories

Inhaling the present
In grandmother’s ancient stories
Wrapped in nine yards of love
 
With her voice holding you
In willing custody–
Changeless stories that change
 
At every breathless telling
Depending on the age
Of the open-eyed listeners–
 
Or stories murmured by
Unmarried aunts
Of how in another time and place
 
Bushy raised eyebrows
Blasted the ceiling
When young virgins got strangely sick
 
Or stories you can now narrate
To your texting children
Of how you were once prepared
 
To stick to ”alternative facts”
When you were seen outside the college canteen
By Father Panicker, with a lit cigarette
 
Held firmly behind your back
With the rising smoke
Making you look
 
Like a soon to be appointed pontiff–
He could not place your face
Shrugged his shoulders and you escaped.
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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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