In A Parallel Universe

I can almost feel...her

She's not in my air though I can nearly breathe...her

Perhaps she's part of my disconnect

Her space I cannot dissect

In a parallel universe

All that's mine is really just hers

Striving hard to keep control

On reality I must have hold

Slave to this romantic idea

She's not something I'd find in Ikea

I know that she does exist

And so my mind decides to persist

I've only been waiting for so long

Whole while playing the same damn song

Trying to put my own pieces together

Though the glue won't hold forever

It probably sounds just plain crazy

That I can almost hear her voice through the air that's hazy

I flee away to my personal islet

And I miss the presence of one Ms Violet

As I lay on my bed this night

I know I won't just give up her light

Even if I could just wish her away

I'd rather leave my heart on the silver tray

Even now I can almost feel her

Nearly breathe her air in the stratosphere

She may one day read this very verse

When she joins me from that parallel universe

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

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!

Whiskey Philosophy

Questions of a God
For answers I am at a loss
No reason here for the mental stress
I do not own, I Impossess*

I do believe in a Higher power
Though not one that controls from High tower
Is it the word or the ugly sword
When one must love a powerful Lord?

Most of us just try to get ahead
But that won't matter when we are all dead
Someday we all run out of time
We must take pleasure in rhythm and rhyme

Free your mind while you still can
Be the best kind of woman or man
Wait not for a message from above
The truth is found in our ability to love

You need not listen for I do not preach
Do pay attention for Life does teach
Don't pray for no blessing, fear not any curse
And if you find yourself asking, just come back and read this verse


© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

*Impossess - Its a word I made up a few years back. Its the opposite of Possess. i.e it means to not own. Comes from the idea that you enter the world with nothing and you leave the same way so you really never own anything. Hope that makes sense...it is open to discussion!

Move

All I wanna do is dance
Slip into my personal trance
Don't need no music, don't need no beats
Just let the mood move my feet

You don't need a ticket to take you away
Just be happy and you can sway this way

Now don't get me wrong
Your life's just a song
Hear the notes that make you float
At the end the words are the ones you wrote

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

A small rhyme

Been some time since I last rhymed
The words just never came to mind
Here I am though, once again
Hello, long time, my wordly-friend

It seems that while my search continues
I am not even sure if I really have the blues
If there is any sense to be made of the results
It still does not spark up my light bulb

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011