The silent scream that takes your breath away
Is not drawn from the exhausted painting
On the priceless wall, beyond your reach,

Waiting to be stolen, like the kisses
Of an unforgettable pastel spring in Paris–
It is what we all hear, day after day

When our fallen idols choke on pretence
And burn new bridges after every blast
While prayers are lost somewhere in the clouds–

Does the ringing of bells mean anything
Anymore? The demons are within
Offering wreaths with smiles, as our thoughts

Wander through the crowded corridors of history–
Our hunchbacked selves observe the testimony
And the screaming eloquence of ancient flames.

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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).

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