| Poems of Jayaram Nayar |
1.
My Escape Hope
That the
pain and med will let go,
We shall
travel, unmissed, just two.
Paint the
fading horizon red,
In crimson
sky, your silhouette,
Dazzle the
setting sun with your brilliance,
Greet the
emerging moon, a starry effulgence,
Then –
Sing to the
flow of Kallada, the mud, the ebb, the tide,
Watch the
flow adrift, wet feet in deep quietude,
Sit on the
steps of thoughts pre-destined,
Descend to
myopic incertitude, sure entwined.
Listen
to the thud
of the yellow leaf hit the wet ground,
The sun’s
ray strike the clayey field, proud, unbend
Move on
to the
lullaby of the backwaters at Munroe’s Island,
Drift with
the bonding moss and canoe’s fishy legend,
Tales of the
black kings and the sly red queens,
Tall brags
of dwarf brigands of yester screens,
Meaningful
narratives brought by winds on to the mast,
from a
meaningless, distant, low lying, flooded past.
Black and
red beetles, move slow,
Lines telltale,
to support and toe,
Divine,
green foliage,
Pristine,
non-carbon tutelage.
Let us
escape
On welcome
trains that seem longer,
as they
hurtle past steely stronger,
Pretend we
are going somewhere,
Yet, we know
we are going nowhere.
Help me
overcome
This sense
of wringing hurt,
This hanging
bat of dread,
Calm my non-linear
split mind,
Flash brightened;
flash darkened.
2.
Moneylender of Thevalakkara
His face
grim, tense, scarred,
Dark, dense,
ever doubted,
Ebony
fingers outstretched,
Eagle eyes
bespectacled,
Starched,
white sleeve,
Coins
strangled on sieve,
Granulated,
unkempt bond,
Unwrit interest,
unwilling land,
Not even a hoarse
whisper,
The silence
of the prosper.
3.
A Lost Chase
As your
shadows turn to run round the bend,
Away from my
lost ground, my unsteady hand -
You are far
to hear the murmur of my heartbeat,
Or sense a
tremor of slight, so painfully felt,
Sweat, a
defiant threat,
Wrapped in
ignited fear,
So unlit, a
fright, so insecure,
Sands that
sink further with each unmoved trudge,
But that was
yesterday, today I hold no grudge.
Jayaram Nayar
Retired banker turned academic. I am 68 years old. Has a Ph. D in Economics. Writes poems and short stories in English, and on banking & economics.
Phone No 8547605515
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