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Arundhathi Subramaniam is a poet and writer and on spirituality and culture. She has worked over the years as poetry editor, curator, and journalist on literature, classical dance and theatre. She divides her time between Bombay and a yoga centre in Coimbatore.
Arundhathi Subramaniam is the author of three books of poems: most recently Where I Live: New & Selected Poems Bloodaxe Books, UK. Her prose works include the bestselling biography of a contemporary mystic Sadhguru: More Than a Life, Penguin and a book on the Buddha (Book of Buddha), Penguin Books (reprinted several times). As editor, she has worked on a Penguin anthology of essays on sacred journeys in the country ... more »
Arundhathi Subramaniam Poems
May things stay the way they are
in the simplest place you know.... more »
You believe you know me,
wide-eyed Eng Lit type
from a sun-scalded colony,
reading my Keats – or is it yours –... more »
In the women's compartment
of a Bombay local
we seek
no personal epiphanies.... more »
It’s taken time
to realise
no one survives.
Not even the ordinary.... more »
Give me a home
that isn't mine,
where I can slip in and out of rooms
without a trace,... more »
To swing yourself
from moment to moment,
to weave a clause
that leaves room... more »
My grandmother,
wise even at eight,
hid under her bed
when her first suitor came home.... more »
Comments about Arundhathi Subramaniam
Home
Give me a home
that isn't mine,
where I can slip in and out of rooms
without a trace,
never worrying
about the plumbing,
the colour of the curtains,
the cacophony of books by the bedside.
A home that I can wear lightly,
where the rooms aren't clogged
with yesterday's conversations,
where the self doesn't bloat
to fill in the crevices.
A home, like this body,
so alien when I try to belong,
so hospitable
when I decide I'm just visiting.
her poems suck, if i had the choice to either eat my mums and lick the up or read one of her poems i would already be bending my mum over
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