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Anecdotes | Sneha Subramanian Kanta

March 10, 2011

The barbed wire across the fence
has always been as it is
right since i was in the first standard
it has gathered dust now and is rusting
as the sands of time
comfortably accumulate itself on the
long metal chain

i shift looking at a spider
spinning a beautiful web house
off and on and off and on
he goes
falling graciously on the ground
and getting up and re-creating his
universe

the piles of papers have gathered dust
at one point, this used to be all that i had
random love notes from you and
a couple of broken rays of sunlight keeping
them warm
there is no sunshine today and there is no
you

my window gives me a view of
the clouds gathered in the murky sky
i stretch my hand to feel the wind
and to feel your scents left in the
air, passing on to me

this kitten is very playful, she
comes to me when she needs something
and then goes away like she never
knew me

the fan it moves in a circular motion
creating illusions of shadows
which creep bedside and tell me to
stop looking at it

what did the doctor tell me last?
yes i have an attention deficit disorder.

Authors : Sneha Subramanian Kanta 


Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a poet, writer and a visiting faculty in two colleges in Mumbai, India. She holds a Master’s degree in English Literature and works at a BMM department where she teaches four papers and a commerce college as a Business Communication faculty. She has worked with MiD DAY Multimedia as a Sub editor and also as a Special Educator with an NGO. She has also written for magazines like Chitralipi, New Quest and Muse India.She loves traveling in long distance rail journeys, exploring cultures and people and reading too. She has published several poems and short stories. Till date, her inspiration remains her mother, from whom she believes to have got this gift.

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Categories: Indian English Poems, Poems

Comments

  1. Uma Shankari says

    March 10, 2011 at 5:51 pm

    Enjoyed reading this evocative poem.

    Reply
    • Sneha says

      March 11, 2011 at 4:20 am

      Thank you so much, Uma.

      Reply
  2. vimala ramu says

    March 12, 2011 at 12:41 pm

    Rich imagery and a deeply felt emotion expressed beautifully. I enjoyed reading it,Sneha.

    Reply
    • Sneha says

      March 14, 2011 at 8:09 am

      I’m glad you enjoyed reading the poem, dear Vimala.

      Reply
  3. Sonal Shree says

    March 14, 2011 at 4:18 am

    Powerful, evocative & nostalgic.

    Reply
    • Sneha says

      March 17, 2011 at 9:55 am

      I’m glad you liked it, Sonal. Really appreciate your words. Thank you so much.

      Reply
  4. Eva Bell says

    March 14, 2011 at 8:49 am

    Sneha, I enjoyed reading your poem. Beautiful imagery!

    Reply
    • Sneha says

      March 17, 2011 at 9:53 am

      Thank you, dear Eva. The poem was an experiment of sorts, actually. Well, it feels so good to have feedback from you.

      Reply
  5. mohit says

    March 21, 2011 at 5:59 pm

    Sne, I wish I could think the way you think when you write poems.

    Reply
    • Sneha says

      April 10, 2011 at 12:02 pm

      Thank you so much, darling !

      Reply

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