K.S. Subramanian has published two volumes of poetry, Ragpickers and Treading on Gnarled Sand through the Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. He is a retired Senior Assistant Editor from The Hindu and lives in Chennai, India. His poems and short stories have appeared in Museindia, Kitaab, Indian Ruminations, Different Truths and Borderless Journal. His essays and blogs can be found at boloji.com.
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’
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.’
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’.
Poetry by K.S. Subramanian: ‘In a year its ambience malodorous / Inch of space making way to concrete. / Green unseated by thick red brick’