The Stranger at the Door

 
You left behind your sluggish sunsets
And dawns that disappointed with their lack of trust–
But jogging with the clouds one night
 
Your ears plugged into nocturnal voices
You stumbled upon the truth of things:
The love you thought you lost sight of
 
When prayers dropped unanswered in the dark
And angry shadows couldn’t be shrugged off,
Like a stranger roaming the countryside turned up
 
Sneezing, at your farmhouse, soaked with monsoon hope
With an unlit cigarette between her fingers
And a parrot perched on her head.
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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 “The Stranger at the Door

  1. Santosh

    it does evoke the image of Frida Kahlo – her self-portraits with parrots …. loved it ….monsoon hopes ….sluggish sunset ….excellent .

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