aarwen Poetry

If only I were you

If only I could be as complacent or in denial, whichever way you choose to look at it, as Calvin. I am not and it’s just one of those days when I would rather be more.

You know that person you long to be?
I have discovered you
You are part of me, my catalyst
An unexplored crevice inside
A pertinent voice that refuses to hide
Hard to catch within
Impossible to hold outside
You shimmer away
You fade apart
I long to be you, I write in jealousy
You are my dream, wish you were my reality
Incomparable in all you are
you fly with arms held wide
I try but fail to reach your side
Sit beside me and edify
I shall listen and learn
Inconsequential sliver of a being am I
While you are an inspiration to every eye
What would I not give to become you for a day
Free spirited unique in all that you do and say
Sanguine calm, eternal wisdom
Passion, burning embers of vision
I search in me
Inept disconsolate
Murmured whispers in my head
I dread
For all the noise I make
You speak none at all
Then how do you spur me into this free fall?



Calvin and Hobbes is the genius of Bill Waterson. 

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  • Reply
    indrani robbins
    May 17, 2015 at 9:24 am

    lovely sound of words and a feeling i do identify with. there are those days… the freefall… niiice. hope it was useful and you came back with your tiger talking wildly.

  • Reply
    Ladki Kijhy
    May 18, 2015 at 9:41 am

    Loved it!

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      May 20, 2015 at 9:49 am

      thank you so much kizh.. am so new at this that any appreciation of my poetry is absolutely thrilling for me.

  • Reply
    May 25, 2015 at 12:44 pm

    Lovely flow of words Rhea. Loved that thought of wanting to be someone with a free, uninhibited expression. We do get that feeling sometimes that ‘wish we could just be someone else’. Enjoyed the cartoons. Calvin and Hobbes always a hit. So, who is the Hobbes in your life? 🙂

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      May 25, 2015 at 2:19 pm

      thank you durga di.. I was just mentioning to Indi di that she, you, issk , indu di are the reasons I got tempted into poetry writing in the first place. So thank you!
      My own hobbes is fed up of how much I talk. If only the world knew how talkative I can be!

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