by subith sivaraman

The Letter

“I’m gonna write her a letter”

“A letter ?? Who write letters anymore ??”

“It’s the only way for my words to reach her”

“You could just send her an email. Why a letter ??”

“She should know, my hands were shaking when I wrote it ..”

by subith sivaraman

The stories they tell

What am I, if not the
stories I leave behind ??

A hundred years from now
who’ll be me, to those people
who’d never seen me in the flesh,
who were never been there
through my struggles, my failures
my fights, my journey, my ending ..

All they have will be the stories
passed on to them by people
who heard them from some other people
who got them from someone else
who used to know me, been there with me ..

And I wonder how many of those stories
will be lost in translation,
how many of them will have
survived the ever changing times
No matter how long you live,
it’s all about leaving enough
stories to remember you by ..

That’s what puts me back on my knees
every time I fall, makes me fight back
That’s what drives me on, keeps me alive
Because to those people who’ll walk
on this earth long after I’ve gone
I’ll be the sum of a few stories
stories they know, stories they remember
And I, I want to be a damn good one ..

by subith sivaraman

No more, not any more..

The drops of rain on my windowpane
Gust of wind on a warm summer day
There are still stories inside them
And they whisper it all the time
But I don’t want to hear anymore..

People, things, feelings and places
Teary little eyes and smiling faces
There’s so much to write about
There’s so much left to see
But I just don’t care anymore..

Blue Mountain roads, red velvet cupcakes
Yellow maple leaves on green park benches
This world is full of colors and joy
But what color is a forgotten love
I don’t need to know anymore..

That old street, where dreams used to meet
The left hand side under my umbrella
Lots of emptiness all around me
But nothing is emptier than my soul
I just don’t live here anymore..

Somewhere deep inside of my heart
Where old memories go to die
There are memories that could light a flame
And fill up the empty rooms in my soul
But I don’t want to go there anymore
Don’t think I could remember anymore..

A happy ending story, a long lost love song
A sonnet of faith and everlasting hope
So much left to write, but no, not anymore
I’m not me anymore and I don’t believe anymore..

by subith sivaraman

The Story So Far

All you have is a memory
Sad, painful and old
I’ve got something better
A story yet to be told ..

Memories buried so deep
In your broken heart, of
Long forgotten railroads
Random footprints on sand
Some old Horatian odes
A love, cursed, goddamned ..

All you have is that love
Or what’s left of it
I’ve got something better
A story nearly complete

Memories wiped away
By your lonely tears, of
An open window, a closed door
A wall five feet high
A place you called home
But felt like a golden cage

All you ever wanted was to fly
Out into the open blue skies
All I could do was to let you see
The world outside through my eyes

So this is the story so far,
I found you broken and hurt in love
Held your hand and lifted you up
Said I can heal you, ease your pain
But you just wanted to fly again
And I’m now walking away from you,
In to the cold and lonesome rain

Will you ever let those memories go ?
I don’t know but I hope you do
Hope you write your own story
And there’s a place in that for me

All I have now is a hope
Fading, slim and cold
You’ve got something better
A story yet to be told…