The Last Flight

You were always in exile from yourself
In a city that slipped into amnesia
Whenever it wanted to–

You tore down barricades and waved black flags,
Your love concealed in outbursts until you found
Mislaid documents in the dusty archives

Of someone else’s darkened mind–
Ah,we both knew then that such moments
Do not pose to be garlanded and shot

By a breaking news television crew
And that worried witnesses at the office,
Praying to be absolved of this offence,

While we raced to catch the last flight that night,
Disappeared from sight even before
We could mouth a breathless hello.

This entry was posted in Poetry on by .

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 “The Last Flight

      1. Louis Kasatkin

        The line “While we raced to catch the last flight that night,” actually put me in mind of “Casablanca” as did “until you found Mislaid documents in the dusty archives” i.e. the Letters of Transit.

        Reply
  1. Joan McNerney

    I found this piece to be very provocative. What people have to do to escape the tyranny of culture and/or the financial despair.

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *