Prabhakar Subramaniam Poems

It is where lies come readily

Without any prompting
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Everytime, inside the bus

Full of strangers
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He wore only a loin-cloth
And a towel around
His neck like a tie,
Sat on the pyol
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The little girl moves

Into a rented house
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We, devotees, were asked
To go through a metal detector,
Frisked for belt-bombs
Our bags were searched
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A wall not seen as a wall

Is the one difficult to pull down
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When the lights blow out

Urchins erupt in joy
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Silence is not always consent
It could be a loss of words
Even a loss of faith in words
Perhaps, a pause, for something else
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The night flickers
As tantalizing as a
Half-remembered dream
With its mosaic
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When the earth turned
As infirm as the sea
Little was left standing
Of hubris or faith or hope;
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