Going Back

This hunger is so very strange
Like my soul hasn't fed in so many days
All the moments that have led
To this time and to this place

Can't parade my wood and steel string
All the notes in my head that do not sing
Bring me back to the stage
I need to get out and do my thing

I have to shake my head when it contains you
Though you never reached out, the thoughts continue
Is my silence a result of my ego?
All I have is my solitary point of view

Right now I have neither this nor that
All out of love, like a tree with no sap
Maybe that's why I am so hungry these days
Gotta feed my soul, gotta head back

(c) Rahul Chidambaran