Wednesday, May 18, 2011


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

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