The Hall: 2022

Our poems follow us faithfully
Like bruised and battered bodyguards
With the warmth of images waking up our childhood – –

In the mist, words linger with your breath
And as you sway into the crowded hall
I hear gasps – –

You read your verses, promiscuous and free
In an orgy of adjectives and applause:
I blew your trumpet from time to time – –

But still you are restless, my love
Like in those days of anxious lockdown
Seeking to retrieve the missing pages of a lost year

We know there is always a pause
Before the living, lie
But the dead raise no dust.

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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).

6 thoughts on “The Hall: 2022

  1. amitapaul

    The poem begins with an unexpected simile : poems like battered and bruised bodyguards! It carries on in an intriguing vein , with a cryptic ending .

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  2. Louis Kasatkin

    The reader is skilfully drawn into a mystery anticipating the denouement and enjoys the aesthetic frisson of not having things explained thus letting the mystery linger long after the reading.

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  3. Unnikrishnan Kalamullathil

    “We know there is always a pause
    Before the living, lie
    But the dead raise no dust.”
    Such a philosophical ending to a beautiful poem

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