An Alcove Of Meanings Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

The dark shadows dripping with meanings,

or a vacuum eating its own vacuity?



I look inwards, so does everyone.

The glow of intellect lends a speck

of dazzle to my daughter's cherubic cheeks;

Have to put on oars till she steps into

the stellar seat; Sweat does not tire me,

for in its beads are messages too tiny

to catch; So have my grand parents

whose imprints the shadows have

eaten up; So it happens, ....for ever.



Yet I look out, shadows snowball

and caress with a message.



'I have seen them all; meanings are

interred with bones; Larger meanings

are not your lot; It's the tiny ones

that bring a smile on the last day.'



I peeked into its bosom, gazed

blankly at the vacuum eating its own vacuity.