Tuesday, April 07, 2009


I'd give up,
Walking on the water,
Just to feel,
How it feels to get the feet wet.

I'll stop flying,
Just to be normal,
Sitting under the blue blue sky,
Wishing if I were a bird.

Make me stop breathing fire,
To feel the warmth,
Of the hand,
That hugs me tight.

Its tough,
To be supernatural,
To be normal!!


Muse said...

Very true, Jags :) Classic this :)

Meghana Naidu said...

Hello there,
Loved the imagery, made me feel and made me be there.

- a chance visitor :)

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arachnid said...

I really enjoyed the earthiness of your poem. The yearning for simplicity that you exhibit is beautiful. But I also found the last stanza to be redundant and, well, not-so-poetic. It felt like you are repeating what you so gracefully conveyed in the poem, but with a directness that has a jarring effect on the impact produced by earlier stanza.