K.S.Subramanian Subramanian Poems

A long, tiring journey; lids close
for the night, not for sleep;
Memories, some warm, some blasé
crowd over leaving no moss.
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I gazed at the Full Moon, pear shaped
glowing like a freshly minted jewel;
Crevices shaped like a wispy cloud
seem to shadow a deep-layered mystery;
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Yamuna flowed quietly behind.
Mosques on either side face
the marbled edifice of timeless grace;
Fronted by minars the proud castle
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Some leer, a few jeer
the rest cheer at Julie,
Circus girl, flexing her
sinewy frame; acrobatics
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Does one count the footsteps when
he has trekked a long way down?
Turning back to see the pot-holed track
is rare for memory sees only the crest.
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Precious it was in Mughal days

vigorously sought and procured
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When the destined place of arrival closes in
a leaf of memory throbs with the long
memento of landmarks reached and missed;
Let missed calls die out in the log.
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On a lease of hope

Steady patter of rain,
moistening the crevices
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Return of the Big Bang

In any cityscape the sky remains
pale, only clouds of hues are mobile;
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A steward from Ramnad


Uprooted and in a strange land.
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