Tuesday, July 28, 2015


Discomfort and discontent
In the darker corners of my gray cells
All the fears and follies
My life refuses to ever make sense
I'd open up and say it loud
But for the fear of talking to myself
I'm not here or even there
Just in limbo if anyone can tell

Away in mind you have been
Lost to the air that crushes in
Left to the end of the night
Your return would be a welcome sight
Don't you read me now
Even I don't know me somehow
As I feel at arms length
Reach out my dear, bring me in

© Rahul Chidambaran 2015

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