Treasure Island

Prabhakar Subramaniam


Stars At The Door


Every dawn I invoked
The smell of rain
When I doused the frontyard
I swept free of yesterdays
Only much later I learnt
I had hoped to bring stars to my door too
With the kolams which stood for constellations
Moving and moving and moving away
Like dreams which fled with first light
Yet returned to tease every night
Like sirens which were and which were not
Looking within reach yet light years away
Probably lighting some home
Which could have been home
Where it still rains and could again be home.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 11, 2013
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