Poem: Raindrops and Teardrops

I don’t speak to Priya too much these days. She has acknowledged a crazy December and I am running like a headless chicken to catch up on some of the setbacks at work. But that’s that. She has been writing heart-wrenching poems these days. I respond as much as I can, but this one caught my eye, and I responded with another poem.

Poem: Raindrops

Picture Credit Pinterest ( Priya’s selection)

I wish sometimes,
I was on the outside looking in;
like raindrops
looking through
streaked windowpanes,
deaf to the worlds complains
A wish so simple and plain
to be on the outside looking in,
seeing everything hidden
I wonder what they would think
of my windowpanes,
the raindrops I mean;
watching me laugh with the boys
hugging them tight
pretending everything was alright
On the outside,
everything is wide open
my heart, my joys
and definitely all the pains
On the inside, I am blind
but I can feel
all the emotional strains
wrapped up in a ball;
just waiting to fall
on the ground
I want to be a raindrop
falling past my father’s windowpanes
wondering how to erase the sad
watching him,
knowing he is mad,
furious at a world
that has robbed him
of all his happiness
I want him to step outside
so I can fall soft on his cheek;
a raindrop kiss
because a daughter,
unable to speak,
wants to remind him
that she is always there beside him,
silently wishing
she could be his raindrop

~ ©️ Priya 🕉, 12/26/23

The pain of watching the events through the windowpane from outside, like a raindrop set a deep melancholy. I wished I could do something to assuage her, but all I could was write a poem, personifying her father.

Poem: Teardrops

Dear daughter
I wish I could listen
and you could speak
We don’t need —
the raindrops or
the windowpanes

We have our eyes
The windows to our souls
A deep connection
since you were born
and when you know
what is now gone

Those little teardrops
Speak in silence
Words of love
and understanding
So, my dear daughter
I understand too well
I can see you smile
even when I close my eyelids.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

“What is the weight of a tear? The single tear falls when the buckets have stopped, when dry eyes and a slightly raised chin sometimes let it slip, like a prayer. It carries the weight of a lifetime.”
― Wendy Murray, Facing Forward