Poem: Blossom into Spring (together)
April is spring, especially in most parts of the Northern Hemisphere. Spring is the season of hope and love. Love? Yes. If Priya Patel, the prolific and I combine, it is a season of hopeful love.
“If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Priya dropped this poem on Whatsapp. Her poem starts with how the other person ( Me, the poet) does not share with her, the poet. She had concerns about the lack of trust ( perhaps).
Poem: Alone Again
Sharing comes from trust
but you never shared with me
I had to think about that for awhile,
wonder why you would let
your thoughts pile;
push them into a corner to collect steam
while I was lost in loves dream
I would wield poetry like a sword
slaying all walls of communication
using words to express flirtation
so you would know exactly how I feel,
there were no layers left of me to peel
In your presence, I was a new flower
blooming every time you were near
but with me, your thoughts were never clear
I would shower you with syrupy words
not knowing that you were slowly
shutting me out
I wonder about your thoughts now,
months later,
slowly collecting steam
and while I was lost in loves dream,
you must have been swimming in loves’
doubts
So many years of ups and downs
together we had broken so many grounds
together we had swam through joy and pain
just to find ourselves here,
all alone again
drowning in all of loves’ doubts~ ©️ Priya, 4/23/23 🕉
Then the tag poetry started, as many times before. Here is my response. I wrote that I was not short on trust, but I was too weak to communicate.
Poem: Too Weak
It ain’t the trust
But I am too weak
To break my inner walls
Despite being claustrophobic
I was stuck within
Walking in circles
Of deep dark alleys
Waiting for somebody
To pull me out
But where I had buried myself
I had planted my soul
In the dark loneliness
It grew a few inches
Of human feelings
But that was till
Your verses shined the light
On our past years of us and downs
Breaking of new grounds
The seed of my soul
Buried in the darkness
Will break out once again
Above the ground
Into the light
A few words that are green
Raw but fresh
Giving ourselves a new chance
Of verses that blossom
And attract those butterflies
That we, together,
Shall enjoy our spring.
- Ashok Subramanian © 2023
There was hope in my poem, but she still had concerns. This time, about herself — her frozen heart.
Poem: Frozen Heart
Perhaps I am lost in winter’s chill,
connecting with the icy cold bite
of emptiness
You promise me Spring
but my heart is frozen
I ache for the flowery
words of you to warm my soul;
to wake me up from this
bitter winter nightmare
I see you hiding behind tiny doors
in a closeted room closing in
Open the door, I’ll let my winter in
Together we will blossom into Spring~ ©️ Priya, 4/23/23 🕉
I kept the hope alive, for she had shined her light with her verses on me, and I thought my warmth may thaw her frozen heart.
Poem: Let’s Blossom into Spring ( Together)
Your frozen heart shall thaw
By the warmth of my words
For you let your sunshine
Into the dark recesses of my heart
With your light and my warmth
We walk together
And blossom into spring.- Ashok Subramanian © 2023
Spring is the season of hopeful love. Love yearns for hope and burns with ache.
“Don’t you know what that is? It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
― Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, Detective
More to come… before spring turns to summer.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
