On The Trapdoor Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

One foot on the trapdoor
a step from the quicksand beyond;
One walks into it, hoping to
discover gilded clouds;
And is led by sly smiles,
taciturn, probing, selfish talk;
Those who see the veil of deceit
also walk into it.
Hope's thread ends in cynicism.
The tune comes unstuck on strings.

To be beloved is not union of minds;
living together, yet miles away
and staring into emptiness
like pictures on walls.
As the bonds pull in
get choked in the recognition
of the rock bottom of emptiness.