Poem: Indifference

I stretch a bit into the past, putting my hand and pulling back many words I had to get out of me. This is overstepping the line I had drawn, but a poem is a poem.

Poem: Indifference

I have seen the difference.
The passion for someone first, just a flicker
Then the passion for something —
The idea of co-creating and catalyzing
Invigorating, inspiring, and imaginative
A world that only we saw together
Which no one dared to envision.
The faults in us, covered by the glue of zeal.

Then, I have seen the indifference.
Call it whatever, the glue evaporated overnight.
The framework of the citadel stands.
The beauty and the human-ness of the art
Nurtured by hearts filled with passion
Now stands like a colorful blue-and-yellow ghost.
People are in awe of what they have seen
Imagine what they have missed, the unseen

Imagine Fountainhead without Dominique
It would be a magnum opus still
For those who are used to stale mediocrity
unlike those who choose the extraordinary
Only we will know —
The indifference made all the difference.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2024