Prabhakar Subramaniam Poems

It is where lies come readily

Without any prompting
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Someone doesn't want the earth
To give up its dead
For the dead, he knows, do tell tales
That will nail the lies of those
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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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A wall not seen as a wall

Is the one difficult to pull down
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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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When you wake up

In the strange place
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I've not seen for long, the sun rise
Like this, before my sleepy eyes
I had almost forgotten
It could be as red or as swollen
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Like the Van Gogh scene
In 'Dreams'
I took the road
In 'Playground'*
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Finally the victory stand
Was ours for the taking
We took turns on it
Those who could only cheer
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