Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Dyslexic Mime

Torturous it would seem
Live the way we do
Remedy this with what
Hold on my dear

Taking a vaccine hurts
So does not taking it later on
Pain is inevitable
But happiness is a possibility

Writing dischords of rhymes
Feeling like a dyslexic mime
Tomorrow brings rocky starts
Home is an idea I don't have

Unlucky the son of lucky
To be loved but never had
In the end there isn't one
As in the beginning none

Sticks and stones they
Broke my bones see
But words oh how they did me
Scabs of my mind still itching

Find it in his heart frantic
Future remains unsteady balance
Sunsets melt down into nothing
Dark exists without something

Hanging on gossamer thread
Breathing clean mission dread
This ones for me but you can see
I burn on the inside like tobacco indeed

© Rahul Chidambaran 2015

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Story of My Life

Do you feel the feeling sinking
Smiles that we wear for each other
Masks to tears that breakthrough
Is this how life must be?
Like they say, story of my life
To find that the perfect hand to fit my heart is one that can't
Am I doomed to loose my love always?
My heart unable to keep it's treasures
Not you too. Not this again.
Yet I must stand on principle.
Stand upon beliefs and standards set by me
Goals learnt from stories and songs
A fairytale that has no place here
Here the good guy doesn't win
Here I am riding in the rain yet again
Riding cold and wet and alone yet
Remind me once again what it means to exist.
For some reason this could be just as bad
For some reason I could turn out worse