This time tomorrow
When she soars
Towards her destiny
He will quietly go
Unlock old coffins
And make sure that no
Skeletons ever come
Knocking on his door.

He will make
A royal heap and see
The flames devour
Her calligraphy
And emptied of this
Emptiness be free
From the fetters
Of her lettered memory.

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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).

12 thoughts on “Calligraphy

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    The only mystery of this intriguing work, is who is the ” she ” being referred to ? For this reader it remains an altogether satisfying conundrum conjured up from the deepest reminiscences of Bogart and Bacall.

  2. lokesh roy

    This poem made me go through the lines time and again ! Then I realized that emptiness can hardly ever be emptied ! Truly touching !


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