Poetry from Vijay Nair


Hi’story is a fiction false Wolf clothing in Sheep’s Run against the clock Closet in truth that coffin Wonder longer not nine that trumpet Everywhere all tricks of trade An old dog not to be taught A new Shakespeare chance upon Has greatness that Hamlet thrust upon Water no hold, a waterloo Hearing you not that whistle blow? Wicked flee not if Man pursuits it in soul Bacon a foster soul Blessed in disguise Shakespeare Some six fold six plays All sonnets a legacy Art lies in concealing art, irony What Ovid foreseen An answer, no Shakespeare is enigma Hamlet in heavenly procrastination Claudius not upon him avenge Annoyed that man delighted not him Truth untold a broken heart hubris His honest a hideous mirror debris Word play in he a Pete Sampras What a piece of work a man! Philosophy, brother double a mankind Dubbed verses of Denmark Prince Defenceless was he a pseudo Christ Ethos his passivism embodied inaction Pagan he an Achilles no Don Quixote Out of joint time was his revenge With wings as not with swift as meditation Daggers at her Cost a terrible dapper Malleable Mom she frailty not With rotten son adultery not His mother fixation a failed Psycho fancy

Wings of Fire

Castle no air,

Wings of fire his desire

Cast around river,

Winks no forty she aware

Chrysalis in, he a swagger

Butterflying his love a swain

Christened in, she a pen

Passeri her, pantheon at pelted

Courtship in Meadow melted

His crooning how sweet

Her moaning sowed seeds of

Melody overflowed soul, a whimper

Marched no drop of words her

Mount Olympus, on breast his

Laid head, she a Leda while Zeus

Caught eye of white, swapping

That starry skies Swung…….

©®Vijay P Nair -2017

Dedicated to my beloved Christina Pelton with Love an unconditional flow…..

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