Tuesday, August 16, 2016

The Night

I'm laying in the dark
Not figuratively but literally
While outside not a single dog barks
Wondering where the words went

Selling words like slaves
All bound in chains
While I need to be paid
Literary freedom is stayed

Testing intelligence with stupidity
Avoiding expressions of creativity
To gain points of authority
And a certificate of authenticity

Is it still writer's block?
Not enough words on the clock
Up to this what do I chalk?
While my muse it mocks

At the end the only respite
Is leaving my desk out of sight
When I finally lay down and sigh
Wrapped in the darkness of the night.

(C) Rahul Chidambaran 2016

Tuesday, June 28, 2016


There are words that aren't said
Words that need to be written
Thoughts that may fade away
Whispers of feelings smitten

    'Love and loss. From warmth to frost.
    Words that shine into the dark
    Pictures you paint to adorn your life
    Until into the abyss dies your fading light'

There are words that I may never say
Words that find their way onto paper
For the days that I shall never live
Here they'll always be safer

(c) Rahul Chidambaran 2016