I met an angel

And I wondered what it must be like

To be one. 



To be able to fly above humankind

       Without falling in

To see madness and sanity

       Without distorting vision

To watch love and hate

       Without going out of control

To experience pleasure and pain

       Without losing ones senses.



What must it be like

To be able to touch

Human lives

In magical mysterious ways…

Giving one bliss

Another success

Yet another immense love

Always GIVING.



‘Could I fly with u, Angel?

See what you see,

Do what you do?’ I asked.



My angel smiled and said

‘If you can stop calling yourself "I";

Not think of yourself at all,

Then you are welcome’.

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I am still wondering

What it must be like

To be an angel.

~ Aekta ~

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