Poem: The Silence Became Unbearable

So I am back. Because… somebody could not bear my silence.

Poem: The Silence Became Unbearable

The canvas stayed blank for too long,
The screen remained white —
Perhaps, too clean, too untouched.
The usual vomit of verses —
Has the sickness in me healed?
Ask the question.

And I shall answer:
I have been vomiting in private.
Smearing, splashing —
A grotesque gospel of the harrowed soul.
Then came a month of sterilized silence,
A patientless hospital,
Waiting.
I will be admitted soon —
Pages of the public asylum await.

Wear your earplugs all you want,
My heartbeat still hums beneath your skin,
In rhythm with your own

You won’t admit it —
You never will.
Sick though my words may be,
They are a solace, a succor to your soul.

Mere words,
Until they became edified as vomit.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2025