Appetizer

Out of mind and out of place
No more inclined to occupy the same space
Feeling out of touch but not out of luck
Shall we move on before the universe sucks?

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

It is that time again

It is that time again
The time when my soul feels alone
Wretched to the bone
The time when everything feels wrong
Like a dis-chord in a song

I find it impossible to explain
Most things seem to be going right
Though I still feel like I am losing the fight
Most things seem to be in place
Except for me of course in this rat race

So what now?
Waiting for the crunch of Murphy's law
Trying to see where lies the flaw
Waiting for time to come to an end
A time when I won't have to pretend

You see, it is that time again
When I feel the cold fingers down my spine
Positive energy in decline
When I try to smile and prevent the panic
While I slowly turn depressingly manic

She's not the one
And she's not the one
And She's Not The One!
Shoot my Soul, if you've got the gun
I've had enough and I've had no fun

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Quick Rant

I want to be on the road
I want to be out on the open road, I want to compose and play music
I want to record and perform that music
I want to travel with my music like a troubador!
I want to be able to let go and detach
I want to not worry about hurting peoples' feelings by doing so

My heart screams and stretches at the seams
My muse hurts to be set free
My head is not where it should be
My mind will not shut up and let me be
My soul resides not inside my body; and
My disconnect may never leave me

Peace is just two fingers that barely mean anything
These emotions burst through me like photons in lightning
Seize the night on a chance, don't worry about timing
Release the beast, it needs to be freed from all that is binding
Please take the time to find in this life a meaning
Need not wait to see what the tide will eventually bring

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

No change

This side of me isolated
Bliss rides overrated
Quick slap on wrist
Hold back curled fists

Not one foot outside the wall
Neither bricks nor hearts did fall

All things considered
The best stays undelivered
Run, run, Run away
Not here to stay

The moments are not regretted
Though this heart remains isolated

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

I like them oranges

Look out for those door hinges!

There is no word that can't be rhymed

The trick is just a question of "How?" and time!

This be my acceptance for this award

Jane be my nomination for her words that hit so hard.

Thank you Promising Poets Parking Lot and Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe!

Porcelain Skin

Porcelain skin
The moon shines within
Denies sin

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011

Linked on Haiku Heights Prompt #46

P.S This Haiku Prompt promptly reminded me of a beautiful song called Porcelain by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Please listen to it as I believe it inspired me just as much as this prompt did.

Ride Story

From the night office in the bad mood
I rode my bike home, hopes of food
Then it came down, slow and then hard
Raining cool water on this traveling bard

I can't do this, not in this rain
In stopping and waiting, I would find more to gain
So I parked there on that wet road
Stepped into Barista for a cappucino

From the porch I watched it pour
Strangely enough the water looked like snow
There I saw it, a pretty guitar
Making me smile, warming my heart

I asked Barista man if I could play
Thinking it would help me pass time away
Right then, little did I know
I had a new song to compose

With the rain falling in the background
I relished the chords making that sound
It so happened that they fit my one poem
I wasted no time in recording it on my phone

Like this and like that the rain stopped
On the back of my bike I once again hopped
Rode home in minimal traffic
Smiling to myself like a git

Almost home I found some Paradise City
Followed close by Baba O'Reilly
I was happier that I can explain
Reached home, nearly insane

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011