Vijay Nair
SLEEPING NEPAL, WHERE NO SUN RISES!
Sleeping Nepal, where no Sun rises,
No Moon smiles at; and Stars glittering,
Nowhere on the sky;
To regale a seeker
It is futile
Roaming across the land
To see at least
A candle light to delight.
PTSD
Somethings we should forget
never go away, live with us,
stay on as dreams, as nightmares,
sleeping and/or awake, the line is
so slight at times like these.
We send people off to wars,
wars far enough away we
rarely think of them, but
when they return too often
they bring war back with them,
like the guy next town over
who called 911 three times
saying he was surrounded, under fire,
the people in the next house
were, he saw them, building a bomb.
After he opened fire they came,
rambling on the phone is never
enough, but shots fired, neighbors
huddling in their homes, like
in a war zone, gets them out.
This time he survived, surrendered
peacefully, neighbors frightened,
a bullet hole here and there, their-
our familiar calm restored; during
his court appearance he seemed
the most frightened of us all.
Too Big for the Small Press
It’s funny how life works out. After four excruciating years in the small press scene, I was famous. A living, breathing overnight sensation. What’s even funnier is, I can’t attribute my writing to the fame. It was a complete denigration of the art form that awarded me the accolades.
You’re shaking your head in disbelief, huh? Well, please allow me to explain.
A poem I wrote a few years back entitled “The Great Fire Of Pittsburgh”, was the culprit behind my expulsion of the Brookline Open Mic.
“It’s a profound, angry piece of poetry that made the crowd feel uncomfortable.”
Beware of friendship
Barking dogs all friends not
My bitten flesh his poisoned teeth
Iago my plague everywhere
France first massacred St. Bartholomew
Statecraft of duplicity scheming dark
Machiavellian my Italian downfall a fool
Othello slew Desdemona, naive my genius
Unallowed conscience fo’r mach four test
Tongue his, a boneless strong
To break enough a heart
Lawyer he of mistakes own
Jehovah he other mistakes judge
Hates, spending clock
Wise your correct him
Unless, learn to face own
Shadow see in others
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