Questions

All these questions in your head
Your head in my hands I cradle
With these thoughts I fall to bed
Would you and I be fatal?

Ignorance is bliss until you breathe
Open our eyes to see what's real
Dreams are great but we must feed
Our brains need as much as our hearts feel

Little wounds that cut on your heart
Tears fall as if they seek to soothe
Inevitable we would have had to start
Lean on me, I won't be rude

Of all the questions there is the one
On a day when discomfort wins
Shoots like a bullet from a gun
Revealing your empty tins

Question to which you know the answer
The answer is forever eternal
I love you even if we sever
Your heart in my hands I cradle

Musings of Introspection

Soaring high in the sky
My point of view is often bird's eye
Feeling giddy from my disconnect
Maybe that's why my mind is unset

I can see mostly from both sides
Yet I find it hard to decide
Between what's right and what's wrong
Where is the clarity in my song?

Could there be an end to my daily dread
Breathe peace while earning my daily bread?
These words give me something to look forward to
Some alone time with my un-quiet muse

If alone is indeed a state of mind
Then my muse and I have no reason to hide
We shall rhyme here in pretty verse
It's certain now that we are not the first


© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

I want to thank Promising Poets Parking Lot  and  Poets United for introducing me to so many talented poets out there. I must also give a shout to Jingle for helping me out similarly. I am missing some people of worthy mention here but they are all equally important. Lots of Love!

Go Figure

Your stars have changed they say
"So what?" I ask, if I may...
Can we really put our faith in a photograph of a million-year-old yesterday
Can it really predict what's happening this Friday
Even if it did, I would make sure that changed, so really, no way

No pain, no gain
So true when you do gain pain

Not much more to say or type
Can't force my hand to write what's not right
They say I've got to keep goin'
If I want to wake up dreamin'
It is hard though to force these thoughts
I guess this is some place I've got to start

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Eyes to the Skies

It seems to me that if you are not here and you are not there,
then all you do is stare at the people that are around you like you are the animal in the zoo

Work, Home. Work, Home.
A stone drone, a lone soul in this crowded dome.

Fleeting thoughts, most forgot in the exhaled fogs.
Mind not stale while the soul flails, aspiring to spirit away on any given day.

Not producing, just reproducing, though unpleasantly.
Fingers itching, deprived from the wood and steel string, notes in a sling.

The questions pile with no answers nigh
Breaths turn into sighs and eyes turn to the skies.

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011