No Uncertain Terms

Looking to the day our paths meet
When the same ground is under our feet
How is it that I miss you already?
We have not met, you and me

Yet all I want to do is hold your hand
Travel on to our secret land
Slipping into our mutual trance
Let us lose all pretense

I wish I could say that I can wait to meet you
It would be an obvious avoidance of the truth
I will not lie to you about one thing
My mind flips when I hear my phone ring

Here I am now sending out my positive energy
Smiles all around, my laughter carries
The most I will ask for is some good conversation
The least I want is a lack of hesitation

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Grandmother

I wonder what happened
Between now and way back then, when
Once upon a time we believed in love
It meant more than wearing a gold glove

Do I find my grand mother so cool
Just because I myself am old school?
She never questioned us when we loved someone
In protecting our secrets, our hearts she won

Her mind and heart are so chill
She brings to me a sense of tranquill
I love her so with all my heart
From her lessons I shall never part

When I showed her my first ink
She just shared with me her marked skin
When my first love fell away
She offered to hold my secrets safe

So if she is down with our today
Where did things go astray?
It is comforting to know she's by my side
Alone I won't have to face high tide

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Wet Kiss

Wet kiss
Sweet bliss
Slide in
Deep swim

Wrap around
Body surround
Our sweat
So wet

So wrong
This song
So right
Love tight

Hearts one
Fire gun
Move fast
Long last

Haunt my
Dark sky
Future dreams
Stretched seams

Feeling bold
Feelings told
This dance
Dis-tance

Please help
Break shell
Your words
Soaring birds

Pry open
Un-spoken
Falling bricks
Mind tricks

Mask slips
Joint hips
No lies
True eyes

Be silly
Laugh hearty
Mind aloud
Thoughts crowd


© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

The Ranting Overlord

I humbly accept this award from Rachel

As Overlord I have a few rules to tell:

Firstly experiment with a new form if you accept this

Secondly never talk about Fight Club

Lastly convince a loved one that the answer is 42

I must now pass this on to three other wordsmiths

Pay attention to these fellow poets

I choose Dheepikaa for her crazy word lust

Neeraja for her pretty dark side

Vaishnavi for her strange stories

Much love and thanks to darling Rachel

Many stories she has to tell

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Happy

Happy is what I want to make everyone
All the people
Perfect son
Possible it seems not
You can only try a lot

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Control

Control not

  .  .  .  .  . I deny this hand

Let go now

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011


I have linked this piece on Haiku Heights: Prompt #44

The Rescue

Another one from my notepad.

Souls shot to hell
By the hands that were meant to care
She runs away, an empty shell
Away from that ones that care,
Straight into the pain of everyday

She wants what she wants
From the world and all its beauty
Yet she fears, she hesitates
Held back by ropes that should not exist


She needs fixing, let us fix her
Maybe we can put her back together
Pull out the knives
Bring her soul back to life

But, should we fail in saving this soul
We must refrain from losing control
We must protect and save our own souls

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Walls

This was written a few months back in my notepad. It should have been posted before Holding Back, you might see why.

Imprisoned behind these walls
That I built around me
It takes a special kind of force to bring it down
Not one, but the hearts of two alone

Wishful thinker, are you blind?
The search is not over
So you cannot begin to sigh
Breathe in however,
For you may even miss the free air

No answers for the piling questions,
Save for one: You have not arrived, you never did

Back to my wall, where I still wait
Nothing will touch me here,
As long as it is just me
Nothing can tear down these walls
Certainly not me

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Holding Back

Sometimes I feel like I am holding my own leash
Restraining myself from the much needed release
It's really just a battle for control
Between me and myself, who will first let go?

I am however tired of holding on
Would be so much easier to let go of these bonds
There is good reason though, to stand behind the line
For the sake of my heart, I must wait for the right time


{My mind screams: No!
 What if it is time that we let go?
 I remind it: We walk before we run
 Let us not jump the gun}


While I hide behind my walls
I can't help but notice the bricks that fall
Perhaps its too early to say
Though I feel someone hacking away

Hey you,
Won't you stay?

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Dear Companion

I don't want you to be just a pretty face
I get bored easy you see
I swear I will love you for your brains;
Provided that you've got them

It may be true that I often live inside my mind
Just be not afraid for I will invite you inside
Be prepared though to wait a while

Please have some kind of art inside you
It is how I like to communicate
This is important so don't be fake
Don't fret too much though
Your type of art is up to you
For that I promise, I will love you

As for me I can promise a few things
I promise to wash the dishes if you do them with me
We can take turns cooking too
I do enjoy cooking food
I swear I'll help clean our home
I just hope you don't mind reminding me

I can promise that I'll be one scared father
I'll try hard though, probably go bald faster
I will be happy too

I am not sure if I am asking for too much
I don't even know if I am offering enough
At least now it is somewhat out there
There is more to me and I'd like to share

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Inspired by Mixture!

Oh Father So Brave

Oh Father so brave
No need to look so grave
It's ok, it's ok
I hear my voice to him say

There was a time when I was younger
Advice came from father
It's funny how things can change
Last night when I spoke with dad
I said "the stress you hold is so bad"
Coming from me it must've sounded strange

Am I still a child who never learns?
Or is it to lead now my turn?
Trying to think like a family man
While my future is yet barely planned

Speaking to dad I wondered what best to say
If the man is old, doesn't he know the ways?
Today is a really different world
Where the signs are not written in bold

I love this man who taught me all that I know
Who did his best and bravely let me go
Into this world with all of its dangers
I can always find him when I need a saviour

All he asks for is my love and respect
To be strong and take care of my health
I must try my best to fill my role
A better son for his eyes to behold


Hey Dad, this one's for you
Though our minds may always be two
You are a good man, so rest assured
There are many more songs left to be heard

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Two Words, Deca Verse

Political correctness
Awkward anxiousness
Fleeting hopes
Slippery ropes

Dark thoughts
Best forgot
Your heart
Abstract art

Fall free
Make believe
So true
No clue

Feel fresh
Flesh carress
Mind numb
Loaded gun

Pretty star
Miles apart
No gain
Vain vein

You stay
Far away
Knowing eyes
No surprise

Fool's gold
Neurotically bold
What God
Condescending nod

Quick freeze
Soul squeeze
Move now
Raised brow

Swing through
Screamin' blues
Lucky twice
No dice

Passing thoughts
Exhaled fogs
Mind unquiet
Tiny riot

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

From where talent

Unknown surely real

Feel surreal

On top is the poem that got me this award. Below the award is my acceptance Haiku. I nominate Rachel for the next Perfect Poet award. Thank you Promising Poets Parking Lot.

Obama Is Dead?

My friend said the other day
While reading the news on the 4th of May
"So....Obama's dead"
I only had to look before his face turned red
"I meant...Osama" he mumbled
All I could think was...hmmm...interesting fumble

You see he wasn't the first or last one
To mispronounce the guy who found the wrong end of the gun
I heard others do verbal double takes
"Oh crap! My mistake"

This added to the mass speculation
Whether his death was just an illusion
Just another deflection is it?
From the supposed truth lost in the myth

I don't really know where I am going with this
Though it's funny when the facts get missed
Its Osama not Obama who they say is dead
Good to remember without having to go red

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011