happy to help :)

i am superman and i can fly
but there are not many who know
you're the one who gives me wings
those and all my sweet little things

dreams just seem to roll on and on
all the time i'm holding your hand
i have my doubts every other day
all those dreams are colored your way

and when i wake up in the mornings
i'm just happy that there's another day
there's some sunshine at my door
and i can look at you some more

Everyday I want to fly, stay by my side
Everyday I want to dream, stay by my side
Every morning I wish I could just play
Wish the mornings would just stay…..

[the last para is the background song of the vodafone 'happy to help' ad.]

lonely at the top

he tried walking away
from everyone and everything
that was hurting him
but no matter how much he tried
and ran himself breathless
he still ran into
some of himself

and so he decided to fly
wings of desperation
fueling him on a journey
to the heavens and beyond
leaving all hurt grounded
searching for happiness
in a handful of stars

and then he sat there
looking down on the world
and everything he'd escaped from
head hung down in thought,
the acrophobia returned
the stars were hurting him now
burning him with a desire

he had wished to be alone
all he now felt was loneliness
all his life he wanted to be
the superman himself
now he longed for some eyes
to stare at him in irritation
as he cried his tears

he returned
to where he had started from
today he braves his way through
all that life throws at him
and everytime there is hurt
and he stumbles and falls
he holds onto one of himself

acrophobia

when superman lay there
crying and shivering
after saving the world
one more time
the gentle winds
they embraced him
and told him
it's all right
he shouldn't be ashamed
coz no one else dared
to fly against odds
and a fear of heights.

superman returns

i'll hide you beneath my cape
when you want to be alone
and you could hold it and fly
when you wish a home in the sky

and you'll be the one i choose
when i want to cry my tears
coz the world mustn't know
a mass of steel can sometimes weep

and we'll be the kids that we are
flying kites and flying with them
and i'll try to draw some pictures
with colors i borrow from you

i'll be superman for you

and the beast lies within. sleeping. patient. waiting. all i can do is buy time. do everything i can to stop it. and i make a deal with it. i'll try to be good. but sometimes i wonder if he's having the last laugh. me being 'good' to pacify him. and i'm torn. who's the real 'me'? the beast or the one who's good?

it ain't easy being superman.

towering totem

i could be superman
fly the skies
soar above the clouds
touch the stars
and all my dreams

but i'm tied down
i try and i try
the ropes cut the skin
and though much blood is spilt
the fact remains
i can't move an inch

and i stand there
hoping and wishing
someone would come
and cut some of the ropes
help me fight out

i want someone
to believe in me
tell me i can fly
that if i spread my arms
and wanted to fly
the ropes would break
all on their own

but i forget
superman can't be super
if not from inside
there are no ropes
but those that
i've tied myself.

[made the chalk thing in a FM class today... the poem was written in a CSE class following that... the pic has been intentionally taken that way, coz the 'superman' didn't come out well in the end... didn't have anything sharp.. had to do it with a key..]

kryptonite

i am superman
flying across oceans
spanning mountains
in a single leap
waiting for
a stab of kryptonite

i'm tired to the bone
caring for others
saving strangers
hiding from everyone
keeping everything
all within myself
asking for
a stab of kryptonite

how i wish i could
ask someone
to cry for me
and care for me
make me feel pampered
instead i stand here
praying for
a stab of kryptonite

when i shiver and fear
when i let go a tear
and when my hands shake
i'm all alone
longing for
a stab of kryptonite

there's a child in here
i kill everyday
no one needs him
and he just cowers
in a hidden corner
but he knows
he'll be free one day
all he needs is
a stab of kryptonite
....

cry.. and die...

i wish i could cry
all my tears at once
there are so many tears
and too much of crying
to let me breathe

but the more i cry
the more it frightens me
what if i never stop?
no one ever proved
that tears dry up
if you cry enough

i get scared
when i don't get tired
of watching the tears
as they drop down
and instead of draining me
fill me with more sadness

i wish i could cry
fall upon my knees
cry for a sight
i might never see

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'i wish i could cry' is from 'superman - it's not easy' - five for fighting. written in OB class. and no, i wasn't crying there [:P]!!