Poem: Broken Window

I got the inspiration for the topic from Tom Selleck’s ‘Blue Bloods.’ His character, the Police Commissioner of New York City, talks about a policy of ‘fixing broken windows’.

The word stuck with me. I picked it up and then made a poem out of it.

Here we go.

Poem: Broken Windows

Broken Window

My visitor’s eyes catch the imperfect art
Unlike the perfectly square-tinted ones in others
It ain’t by design but it is just a broken window
‘A curvaceous design’ my visitor laughs
A little cold whiff squeezing in, just on cue
Reminding me of what life has thrown at me

It was perfect till not so long ago
All perfect, square, tinted, and new
Till that day when it wasn’t
Just reminds me of how my life turned
A sudden jolt, a wave of upheaval
All I let out was a little ‘ah!’

A gaping crack in my cozy cocoon
I squint my eye seeing through it
A world on the other side soldiering on
Sights and sounds seeping through the cracks
Something I have never experienced before
How do these cracks act as little bridges

An early morning tussle, as the sun shows up
Sharp sunray pines crossing swords
With the razor-edge of the broken window
A glint shoots at the corner of my eyes
Even broken windows let in rays of hope
Every day in my imperfect, broken life.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

So that is that. Broken Windows has been dealt with.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023