Silent Subtle Care Poem by Lakshmi Venkataraman

Wound up like a ball of fur;
Fuzzy and cosy – warm
Tears dribbling, staining knees.
Head tucked in. I was
Wound up like a ball of fur.

Shrunk like a dried grape fruit,
All expelled, nothing juicy.
Mind wanders, emotions and thoughts
Mayhem. Seeking solace I was
Shrunk like a dried grape fruit.

Mumble jumble and fumble,
All thoughts rekindle. Maybe
Yearning for a listener, a saviour
In form. I was all like
Mumble jumble and fumble.


Head on his chest,
My safe-haven but costly –
Vulnerable I was; but His hands
Wrapped around me knees – Lay my
Head on his chest.

A silent subtle care
I sobbed till pains ebb away.
‘Not everyone will leave’ whispered.
Still in denial, I rejoiced that moment of
A silent subtle care.