Poetry from Vijay Nair



Man died due to starvation

In a tiny lodge room-

Two columns box news

Nothing unusual

Had he been such a bad condition?

Who cares?

It’s nobody’s cup of coffee

Still, all accused him

About his mysterious life!

No communion with others

Was unforgivable!

Where drained his income?

Sure, he was an alcoholic

Looked like a drug addict!?

Might have frequently visited brothels!?


Autopsies are abundant before an

Autopsy of a physician

Mortified by an ugly image

While the physician drawn a true image

Of a man who starved not for food

But for true love


Was he really a rogue?

Was he really a depraved?

Was he really an insane?

Sighed the physician

When he saw her pretty image

Embossed inside his broken heart!!!!


© -Vijay P Nair -2018



Journey of a vagabond

It was his dream journey

It was truly his pilgrimage

He earned every single penny

He longed for long to meet her

He wanted to share his true love

He visualized their first meeting

Such a heavenly fantasy it was!


Enraptured the very moment

He met his angel

Looked at her dazzling eyes

It was really an Ocean!

It welcomed him inside

He lustrated himself within it


Grabbed her by the throat

Without made her chock

Let her tasted the lip lock

More was said in a single kiss

Than in a thousand words!

Two hearts wrapped in arms

His hug was so warm


Hold her hand with a proud

Walked on the banks of river Hooghly

Paired at Eden garden

Lingered over Howrah Bridge

Prayed at Birla temple

Candled at St. Paul cathedral

Called on archive

Purchased from New Market

Wandered everywhere…..


He realised true love

When he sat beside her

Doing nothing, yet he felt

Perfectly happy

Love is when hearts beat together

Love takes no holiday

If togetherness is forever


It was his silly fantasy

In lieu he was vanquished

In the battle for her heart

When she was pole apart


Hawks with broken wings;

Lions with broken paws;

Men with broken hearts,

Are same in the battle field

The battle over flesh and blood

Cannot compare to

The battle for the heart.


© -Vijay P Nair -2018



The day when our Holy Joe is tempted
A deeply pious person our Holy Joe
Consecrates for ceremonies in shrine
None can trace anathema in his duty
Decalogue he follows the treaty
Despite celibate he remains in sanctity
Devout he in delight on our deity
Denuded her to change finery, a
Decoy; she bewitched him once
Bella she then not our Durga
Bolero she when without regalia
Benison with her bosom and breech
He was in all astir when amorous
Rock bottom he a beau to beautify her
Anthropomorphic she neither a Goddess now!!!!!
©-Vijay P Nair -2018

Freakish dance of our rain goddess!

Yesterday she was an angel with wings
She touched my cheeks with butterfly kisses.
Stupendous her Squizzing as an anxious lover
Ceaseless she was falling fast to please me most
Extravagant my joy when she whispered with lust
Prompted me to become sod upon to drop her soul
Which embracing me when I was flying into her
Fancied an ocean I was into me flowed she as a flood
I could hear from afar then the palm’s torrent’s roar
It steered me in upon myself as a rumbling of drops
While darting across the darkness with her quirky
Downpour of feet over many of our league

Who knew she should not spend her night a whole?
It was sweet melody her pit-a-pat upon eaves!
A pleasing lullaby easing me back to sleep, then
She left at midnight against my dreaming ears!

Today she is a devil with horns and hoofs, when
Least expected in the midst of my orphaned dreams
A dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian squall she is
Setting fire around us when in the midst of dead sleep
She is a wicked, wild and reckless downpour
Hates the sight of an umbrella inside out a gush of rage
The stronger the thunder, the heavier the torrent,
It’s she who fills the rivers not the dew but all spates
Endure and persevere through the storms of hardships
Fierce war upon land pursues endlessly which a doom;
Into it drenched all souls alive and substances around
Marooned men when no shores assure us our map
Landslips and standstills that swings us through no rope
Puddles of mud and traffic jams make us without hope

Still there those two basic driving forces to build
Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up as a tower
Love being shaped and fashioned for those our close
Woman marries only a man who loves his mother
Clouds send rain only to quench the parched earth
And it does not fall on one roof alone, remember
It may spoil your picnic, but save a farmer’s crop
Wounds are often the openings into the best
To eschew the rage of angel  by ceased his awful deed
A dark time passed over this holy land awaited us
Yet again there is something bright to come to us


Where has our legendary emperor gone?

He is our age old myth-
A legendary emperor of our land
Fine example of a wise, benevolent,
And judicious ruler whose name spread
Far and wide; it made them fear if
He over powers them!
Then the drama played by Lord,
A dwarf his alms was nothing but
Three paces of land; was granted
Within two steps the dwarfed giant
Covered both the sky and Netherworld
Before destroying the Earth
The clay head emperor was granted
A boon before he was pushed into exile
He was allowed to visit his subjects
Once in a year from Netherworld
But his homecoming was disrupted
And the legendary has gone upside down
This year; and God’s own subjects started
Journey to meet their emperor in the underworld!!!!




Hawks with broken wings;

Lions with broken paws;

Men with broken hearts,

They all have one thing in common:

They’re all as sure to die as those unbroken.

The battle over flesh and blood cannot compare to the battle for the heart.

the most intimate partner of life is death.

Don’t cry after my death, I won’t know it. Love me when I am alive.

Sometimes it seems the louder someone claims sainthood the bigger the horns they are hiding.

Every time you hurt me I apologised because I felt guilty for making you feel bad.


The Seven Social Sins are: Wealth without work.

Pleasure without conscience.

Knowledge without character.

Commerce without morality.

Science without humanity.

Worship without sacrifice.

Politics without principle.



Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.”

― Groucho Marx


All war is a symptom of man’s failure as a thinking animal.”

― John Steinbeck


Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.”

The oppressed are allowed once every few years to decide which particular representatives of the oppressing class are to represent and repress them.”

― Karl Marx


You show me a capitalist, and I’ll show you a bloodsucker”

― Malcolm X

It is not enough to win a war; it is more important to organize the peace.”

― Aristotle

A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves.”

― Edward R. Murrow


Knowledge makes a man unfit to be a slave.”

“How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?

Hate is the father of all evil.