Poem: Being There For Me
I was depressed with work. Work satiates me fast because it depends on others. When the words of business become black and white, it is like walking thirsty under the hot sun in a desert. I look for an oasis, a place from which I can compose some poetry.
My friend in need and fellow poet stands like a rock, and obviously, I lay the blame on her, to run away from my woes.
Poem: The Walls still stand
I want to be aloof
Ignoring the walls
That you have built
But my heart seldom listens
Pines for those good days
Of breeze that blew
From my side to yours
Your side to mine
But the wall you built
Has blocked the breeze
Do I listen to my heart
Or just let the wall be
In today’s world
The later is better
I shall let my heart
Ache silently
As the wall still stands.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
Priya understands my pulse. She knows that I just want her attention and that the poem means nothing. She holds a positive line in response saying that she is always around. She is a gem, isn’t she?
Poem: I am right there
You flutter in unicorn dreams
of butterflies and blossoms
between rainbow seams
beaming with colors
whenever you think of me
and I? I’m right there
tickling your heart strings
holding your hand
listening as the birds sing
our love song.
~ ©️ Priya 🕉
She knows how to set the mood for my response, and I did rather cheerily.
Poem: Just your thought
All I had to do
To think of you
Like a spark that flares
Into an insatiable fire
As if with a vengeance
A dearth-less spring
A volley of verses
Of love and loss
An endless rainbow
Ending a season
Of blank screens
And empty minds.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
Priya by now knew that I had recovered and was in my poetic elements. I wrote one last piece, acknowledging her wisdom. Her silence between these two poems is her wisdom. So I wrote this final piece.
Poem: You make sense
You said I never smile.
Today I smiled.
Just a curve of lips
And a puff of my cheeks
Hairy and all that.
Felt like a flower
The stubble face
A thorny flower
It felt light
Ah that’s how
Thr flowers must feel
Light and easy
Within, somewhere.
Then somebody saw me smile.
They smiled.
Like how a spark
Lights another
Now you make sense indeed.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
Sometimes, when we are down, it is not wrong to reach out. All it needs is the silent presence and a few words of wisdom that will bring sense to our lives. This tag-poetry is a testimony to such a situation.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
