Indeed

To find me in this room
To finish the deed
On the day that I was born
Indeed, Indeed

To find my lungs more clean
Feeling how I breathe
On the day that I'm set free
Indeed, Indeed

To find myself writing
Writing once again
On the day that I was born
Fitting, Indeed

And if I find myself ever
Falling hearts again
That day that I am born
Again, Indeed

Exhaled Fogs

You hold my hand but you don't know
What it means to me I don't show
What it means to breathe and not grow
Why the world does move so very slow

I know you look but you don't see
I react quite constantly
I prefer to live in my make believe
Here there are no fallen trees

Would you come with me to the other side
A place where you and I can hide
A space were we don't have to decide
A time when we have never lied

Of course now that is wishful thinking
What's real is this feeling sinking
I am alone and slowly blinking
Far from me you are shrinking

You are welcome to enter my illusion
Your being here is no intrusion
Your being near there's less confusion
The air is clear and there's no pollution

Sick of moving with the mob
Bored of smiling at the job
I refuse to sit down and sob
Got my eye on the door knob

© 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