Author | Rony Nair

The long drawn out sighs
Masquerade as silence and

Vanish in a stolen exchange
They’re gone leaving

Slivers that sound like
half-finished expletives

drowned out by the hate.
the subject

fossilizes emotion                                              
wrung. Squeezed out till it drips

in denial.

Cars run past
In haste

Where there never was room
To put even a foot;

Forget about a stare or a glimpse
From the moral police.

Sequestering in idleness
In enforcing

Unique brands of moral science
Between alcoholic hazes.

Habitats are the creation of habit
Of there being no other choice

Of being corralled
In mental encampments;

Where you’re never found.

Between one footstool and the next
Your legs plied under.

Naked breasts.

About the Author | Rony Nair works as an oil and gas Risk Management consultant. He’s been 20 years in the industry since starting off as an Industrial engineer a long time ago. Extensively traveled. Dangers fronted often. But that’s his day job. The one that pays for bread and bills.

Rony was a published columnist with the Indian Express. He is also a professional photographer about to hold his first major exhibition and has previously been featured by Chiron Review, Sonic Boom, Quail Bell Magazine, YGDRASIL journal, Mindless Muse, Yellow Chair Review, Two Words For, Alephi, New Asian Writing (NAW), Semaphore, The Economic Times, 1947, The Foliate Oak Magazine, Open Road Magazine, Tipton Review, Antarctica Journal, North East Review, Muse India, and YES magazine, among others. Rony has also featured in the Economic Times of India. He cites V.S Naipaul, A.J Cronin, Patrick Hamilton, Alan Sillitoe, John Braine and Nevil Shute in addition to FS Fitzgerald as influences on his life; and Philip Larkin, Dom Moraes and Ted Hughes as his personal poetry idols. Larkin’s’ collected poems would be the one book he would like to die with. When the poems perish. As do the thoughts!