Poem: Parting & Homecoming

Ashok Subramanian
2 min readNov 5, 2023

As the fifth and sixth poems of the #loveseries, I have written two poems that are meant to be read separately, each conveying a different message. One is meant to be read as a message of departure to a loved one, while the other is meant to be read as a message of homecoming. I first wrote the words in prose, but later converted them into poetry. Although the prose version sounds better, I have decided to share the poetry version with you.

The Parting

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Finally, I leave; I have to go,

Unsure of where my footsteps flow.

Leaving home, leaving you behind,

The tick-tock of the clock is a cruel sign.

A journey through the sands of time,

Our love, a race now well past its prime.

Born again when I first saw your face,

My purpose was found in your embrace.

Memories flicker like an old reel,

Our walks, our talks, so very real.

The first rain that drenched us two,

A slip, a fall, my hand to you.

Our universe in verses, we’d write,

Our world, our love, shining bright.

Mountains, lakes, and sunsets we’d see,

Creators of a world, just you and me.

The knot, the ring, mere formality, we knew,

As the years passed by, our love still grew.

Summer and monsoons, seasons we’d share,

Our universe, our secret, we’d always bear.

I won’t linger, but I’ll hold you near,

Cherishing the love, so crystal clear.

If time could turn, and moments rewind?

I’d live those moments, forever entwined.

But for now, my dear, I must depart,

With love from the depths of my heart.

Poem: The Homecoming

Homecoming: Image by Sketchopedia

It’s time to return, my dear, I’ve found,

To my home, with your love, it goes around.

All was fine till I strayed too far,

Our love, a dream like a distant star.

I locked my heart’s chambers, it’s true,

Lost the key, leaving you without a clue.

Now, they need your love, my heart’s abyss,

To fill the voids and to renew our bliss.

The world outside, a wild, daunting sea,

Without your love, I can’t truly be.

My verses once sang with your grace,

Now they falter, your absence I trace.

I may not deserve you, that’s very clear,

Yet I need you, please accept me dear.

Like a bird, I need our nest to rest,

In your heart, as you deem the best.

I’m coming home to you, my love, my heart,

Let me in, please, and let us try a fresh start.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

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Ashok Subramanian
Ashok Subramanian

Written by Ashok Subramanian

A poetic mind. Imagines characters, plots. Loves Philosophy, Literature and Science. Poetry-Short Stories-Novels- Poetry Reviews-Book Reviews

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