The House

Marooned in absolving shadows
Looking almost lost
The coconut-guarded house
Stares you in the face – –

The antique lock
Welcomes sun and rain alike
The cold wind blows
Rattling the mind’s windows – –

Once long ago, the door
Would shriek wide upon
And beautiful breasts
Strain against the fabric

Of my universe – –
Now on your land
A restive brown dog
Barks at its echo endlessly:

Sometimes, memories turn up
Like long-forgotten friends
Who make you sense
Absence is presence.

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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 House

  1. Kamlesh Acharya

    A moving expression of memories and time warp where past and present overlap seamlessly … loved the last line… thank you.

  2. Maaya Dev

    A poetic introspection woven with a tint of glum about the bygone days and its memories. Concluding with perhaps the most powerful statement ‘Absence is presence’ just lovely Vijay Sir


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