Brief Poems Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

The pendulum swings;
between life and death.
the stream on its wings.

Ever say a prayer;
wishes turn to woods.
Is the wind sober?

Mind on a short fuse;
tug-of-war round the corner.
Explosion is a vice.

Not all faces are roses;
autumn in guise of spring;
cause on its course.

Dream, the DNA of mind;
raison-de-etre of a doer.
Deny it, be a liar.

Temple visit on dusk-eve;
a fad for the feckless.
where you find dome's peace.