Weird Princess Story

Queen steps down the throne
Princess she is, to everyone so dear
The tiny nation she ruled over groans
And wishes that the new king had a beard

Would you like to listen?

Let me tell you this story
It is interesting I promise
It has a girl and her time machine
And a lot of plot twists
She is on a quest to conquer
The world with an evil, evil plan
And all she has to do to make it come true
Is to write and write as much as she can
At the end of the story
You will be pleased as punch
and rejoice for this scheming girl
Who cackles and rubs her hands with glee
As she towers over the world

Would you like to listen?  

How long

Ink is slowly running out
Of the pen with which I create
But I shall write and never stop
Till all I can do is to scratch
out my words on the earth

The dance of the cranes

Slow and graceful 
With the precision of an egg-shell artist
But with the strength of a horde of elephants
The crane lifted its load above our heads

More than precious

A blade of grass :

A celebration of life in the harsh desert
Not to be cradled and protected as precious
But a herald of possibilities and hope  

Stand tall

Stand tall
And let the wind pass through
from in between your branches

Let your leaves gently tremor

In the face of gales,
that threaten to break your very being,
Flex lightly

Let your trunk yield just a little

Your fall
is impossible, when your roots
entwine their fingers through earth's

Let them spread deep and wide

Downhill

That's it. It all goes down from here.  There is nothing more that you or I can do that will ever make any single thing in the world better. It is not your responsibility to change the world. After all, never mind changing the world, how do you comprehend how big the world is first? It is such an easy thing to do - opting out. Just throw your hands up and say, "I give up. There is nothing that I have done, am doing, or will ever do that will ever make anything in this world any different from what it is right now." Every good deed is met by several bad ones that nullify it. So why even try!

Now that was liberating. When you give up and just face failure, things look a bit brighter.

No dance, only sing

I cannot dance to music
I recently realized why
My love for sweet melody
Comes from deep inside
Moving my hands and hips
Is quite a shallow show
When all I want to do
Is to sing and let it flow

Will and Wont

It breaks and withers slowly,
leaves - uncared for - drop to the ground
Habits untended and forgotten,
As time goes by, the aging process further ushered on
It isn't my fault
Habits have formed
They are now enjoyable and mine
The matter is not of will, it is now my wont
Connections to the outside world
 are slow in coming in,
Just one exists now, that leads in
None that lets the voice be heard outside
Yes, it is true, I have a TV line at home,
But I have no internet at night

Warming up

The mind longs for warmth 

That home can give

And the heart warms to the very thought

A new beginning

A new beginning
A place-filler leaves,
making way for definite things to come

Random conversations

High roofs and low tables
Little conveyed,
but laughter fills the room

Floating will

When there is no gravity

No force that pushes or pulls

Nothing that holds you in a place

What defines which way you float?

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is weird

Memories of joy flood in 

Leaving none behind

Crosswords (and bad metaphors)

Filling in letters
Into grids and boxes
Guessing thoughtfully
As the puzzle becomes
More complete
I see more answers than before
I see the reason why
The clues mean what they do
And why that letter goes
exactly there
But I know that if it fits
It was meant to be
And if it doesn't
It must be changed
In the end I never ask
If there was any meaning
In the puzzle or my solution
I am content to finish it
And move on to the next

Anger

Bubbling frustrations
Overflowing with anger
Heat is turned up high 

Bore

It has all been said before
That's it, I can say no more
Whatever I try to make up
I will label me a bore

Scent of Mays Past

A hint of it in the air
Comes wafting to me
And as I breathe in
My heart races

It races like the wind
And the fragrance it carries
My mind picks up the baton
In this strange relay

I travel back to May
Many years ago
When cool summer breezes blew
Laden with flowery delights

Late at night
When the lights went out
And it was too hot indoors
I built castles much like today

Castles with rooms and rooms
Of invented games to play
Of strange lands to go to
And best friends everywhere

Today's castle I build
And fill it with an assortment
Of bittersweet memories
And a little girl's playthings
From long long ago

Upstream or down

Conversation flows
Either gently in your away
or harshly against

Fairy

She just spreads her wings
And takes just one last deep breath
Then sails like the wind

Apathy

I learnt something about me
And it shocked me immensely
I never thought it could be true
But sadly it is
It shook me more than I can say
And I fear this shock won't wear away
I wish I could forget all this
I know I never will
I cannot take anyone telling me
That I am wrong or can be
I cannot lose an argument
So I run away
I wear a mask of apathy
Or act holier than ye
I turn away lest I may lose
But it's the same story

The view

Honestly

I have never had this view before

While I saw the world 

As I chose to

Then one day

I saw it through your eyes

Cause I thought 

I must learn

Yesterday 

I was blind to these sights

Today, they pierce my eyes

As I weep for the world

Ignorance was bliss

Don't argue with strangers

I had an argument today

A long and tense one

It was with a stranger 

I've never met and never will

I had a lot to say

And when I was done

Intelligence endangered

And the result worthless babble

Avoid internet arguments

Unknown Controllers

Signals in the sky
Seen or unseen, felt or not
Dictate our stories

Out of my mind

Procrastination
I stick to you
I make you my pastime
But I know, yes I know
You are just a waste of time
I must pay no heed
Must not think of you any more
Because doing so, just adds
To perpetration of this crime

Balance

Red streaks of anger
Spread across the calm blue sky,
A balancing act

Sing this in Jim Reeves' voice

Love can heal your pain
As the wind blows
It will save the world again
This I know
You better believe it too
Love is coming for you

Perceptions

Perceptions differ

From one man to another

Intentions/ tensions

Sign

The large block letters shone over the city in the dark. It hovered above buildings and trees like a beacon.  It was seen from everywhere and stood against the sky and above the earth like a permanent fixture. How it glowed, with yellow letters that stood distinct from the blue background. From a distance it was the flag of an empire and a source of not just light and advertising goodness, it also emitted the pride of the store.

Right at the foot of the giant sign, the shadow that it cast shrouded the place in darkness. 

Do both

Talk
And the mind shall think
Deepen its reaches
Listen
And the mind shall have
Something to reach into
One without the other
Is knowledge without depth
Or vast meaningless emptiness