Sunday, 7 November 2021

Four Poems by Jyoti Nair


 

Soliloquy 

 

My nerves have itchy, irked whiskers. 

Alas, they don't have upper lips. 

Where the whiskers could sit, put their feet up. 

Hence, my nerves don't know how to rest. 

They are usually staggering. 

You may ask, do they also simmer? 

They don't... 

They are cold excavators. 

Gelid. Siberian. Sombre. 

There's not even an iota of warm tendon in them. 

And they abhor yellow or anything in that array. 

They are predators of charcoal woods. 

Plausibly, this is a scathed 'soliloquy', 

Grinning through their entombed gashes...

 

 

IKIGAI

 

I is the eye of a cataclysmic cumulus

Kaizen brewing squall, our windshields are on trial

I is the bloodshot iris of the Terebinth 

Gills are ruptured, mayhem amongst piranhas

Auroras tearing vocal-cords, through purple sopranos

I is the languid white, hope-frills stitching dawn


 

Pain


Chapped lips of Red Cardinals

Causing bruises

As they kiss bare-naked horizons

Those horizons have been simmering... 

Midriffs of equinoxes, 

Parks that the horizons scurry through

Reddish bellowing midriffs

Stranded on the empyrean patio... 

As gods are busy, tasting the concentration of tannins

In Cabernet Sauvignon, served along with supper! 

Ruthless gods who shun soup bowls! 

 

Pain:

Edgy strands of sopranos

Lingering on scorched tongues

Of clobbered Saturn rings

Torn...Trimmed...Wrapped... 

Around my shrieking palms

 

Pain:

Hammocks where skies swing

In the arms of tattered cerulean-prattles

Blind stars keep polishing their nibs

Strayed Orion, awaits a pair of shoes

While dreams scramble for sleep,

Tucked under illusions of aurora woollens

 

 

when we kiss 

 

the lighthouse on the Orion alley

will wake up, will be our silhouette

her glances, will sketch our lips... 

our lucent-love, our dandelion-smiles

will be sprayed on the sapphire shoulders 

of the seraphim wings, as they quiver... 

our sweat-salt, will be diffused into the Stygian river

who hasn't felt any foam on her toes

since aeons...




The quintessential transformation evangelist, Jyoti Nair has acquired professional prowess, in the capability development and project management gamut, incessantly catering to rapidly diversifying business needs. She currently spearheads multiple operations for L & D and Quality Assurance, spanning across HR and Recruitment, while being employed at an Indian Multinational Technology Company, acclaimed as global leaders in IT services, Digital and business solutions. She finds the process of writing therapeutic and nurtures the poetry raiment as her second skin. Her works feature in numerous, global poetry anthologies and distinguished poetry journals, has won many laurels for her literary pursuits, however she inherently cherishes her solitary quill and fervently whets her pen in stoic resilience. In her modest opinion, our rusted souls are beckoned, hearts feel more alive, if we engage in some literary tilling, day in and day out. 

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