Poem: Forgotten Love
The weekday laments sometimes turn into quick poetry exchanges. The laments are just like those thorny shells on a beach of white sand. They prick while we walk along the shore, reminding us of our forgotten love.
Priya responded to a previous poem, which goes thus. So I will start with that.
Poem(s) Forgotten Love
Poem: Just my memory
Now I know that
I am walking dead
Than walking wounded
For I don’t exist for youI am the one, they say
But for you, I am nothing
Like that unusable currency
Just a wad of paper, into the bin.I wonder what it takes
To pull that string in your heart
For I don’t hear any tune
It is all silence, maybe I am deaf.I will not forget this day
When you just walked past me
With a wild, wicked grin
Painfully, to my chagrin.For there will be a day
You will listen to my music
After I am long gone
You will miss the moment,
But hold just my memory.- Ashok Subramanian © 2023
The love that was forgotten reminded Priya to respond to the above verse.
Forgotten love
I remember a time
when it was you chasing me
your fragile heart beating,
shining bright on your sleeves
for the world to see
your sweet vulnerability
Perhaps I took that for granted
I could feel your love a mile away
I pushed and pushed
and you fought me for years
you accepted my fears
you collected my tears
You were never going to let me go
But I did, I gave up or stood up,
perhaps a little bit of both
I couldn’t get our puzzle pieces
aligned in time to connect
So easy it was for you to forget,
because I no longer feel your pulse
Where once I was your beacon,
the home you always ran to,
I have now become the walking dead
It is the silence of me
that you run to instead,
for I no longer exist in your world~ ©️ Priya Patel, Aug 1, 23 🕉
What a beautiful world of forgotten love. I love these collaborations with her, obviously.
~ Ashok Subramanian
