Days Are Whirlpools: Three Poems by K.S. Subramanian

Poetry by K.S. Subramanian: ‘Let me not do a U-turn of my neck / to see the past, skill sets that / lost their spell in time, high hopes / Slithering down a slippery slope’

A Delivery, Delayed

Personal essay by K. S. Subramanian: ‘For the first three months of severe lockdown everyone was getting used to the eerie silence on the roads and the breeze blowing with an inherent message—stay put where you are.’

‘Years pass without a whiff of murmur’: Four poems by K.S. Subramanian

Four poems by K.S. Subramanian: ‘Once the cacophony peters out / emerges the calm cadence of order. / Life is never a bouquet to the living / surprise always on the fringe’.