We have played this game earlier
Your gambit was familiar:
I remember a rainy winter morn
With you biting your nails away
Wanting to prove a point:
You could beat me at chess any day.

You began promisingly
But in the middle game played dreadfully
Seconds chuckled in your stopclock
Rain fell in chorus with your curses
Soon, you were Queenless and Bishopless
Your King solitary and helpless.

You gave up on 25 grinning sheepishly:
“I’ll beat you next time, wait and see”
You leaned across and kissed me. We played
Another game that winter night
Our moves were complementary
Every variation seemed just right.

Now like strangers we don’t talk
As those suffering from shell-shock
As you move your Knight to King’s Rook 8
Bowed across the board like bitter enemies:
Good times have castled
In the squares of our memories.

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).

4 thoughts on “Chess

  1. Sarala Ramkamal

    at times life grows a new continent between two people .. another aspect is the wanting to win always no matter how friendly was it once between them … beautiful expression

Leave a Reply