K.S.Subramanian Subramanian Poems
Dreams! the primordial instinct in Man
that stirred a flame out of stones;
it could trap wind's music in a flute,
blast a path through the mountains;
cull energy from the sea, discern
the burr of atoms in sphere's lute.
Down the river's interminable journey
dreams unmasked the cosmos bare,
threw a cordon on elemental fury,
cut knowledge down to a pint computer;
ominous signs foreseen by a mile.
Is there the other face of dreams?
Dynamite cradling a snarling projectile?
ferns strangling the archetypal stream?
My Tryst With Squirrel
I watched the spry squirrel
scamper away hearing
my footfall; Its ear turned
to even slight dissonance of
sound and it rushed to guard
Its nest; a fretful companion,
content to feed its
squealing offsprings, also
hearkening to my short fuse.