Woof / To Simba, With Love / Slick and fine, my canine

(If only you could read, my love... but I'll read it out anyway - to your tilt of the head, I imagine)

sniffing wet noses,
inching muzzles reaching i.
meddling munchkin’s him,
bounced off my lap, the little gub
and now, louder than his namesake he roars awa’.

Across. Then, Down.

Sometimes, we find ourselves staring at the end of a dark alley

Even as the lights around us flicker bright, our mind - it has a ladder of its own

Locked, nowhere to go. Lost, nowhere you know.

Fear, that old familiar former girlfriend who held you hostage to her whims, yet left you feeling guilty each time.

Dusted. Is this of any help? Is this of any use?

Oars away, drifting from your stretch in the middle of the ocean

Usurped, your Kingdom Comfort. Only now, will you really start to discover the strength of your arms.

Black as the alley, only now will you search your thoughts

Then realise your awakened sense of touch is more powerful than that impulsive eye - no good when the light shuts off.

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(I guess it took me quite a bit to start writing again)

To my love of months who I do not measure by the months that we were but the eons you helped me grow up,

Hello.

Hello, for I do not know what else to start with

To tell you that unseen scars need unrequited love to heal

Or that reading this drunken letter will haunt me in the morning.

I regret the day I saw you in purple

Without it, I would never have known such pain

But maybe not as much as the day you stopped wearing purple for me altogether.

It tears apart the insides of a hole you once called home

To walk around places that we together have known

To know my fingers don't trace the outlines 

Of what to me was all the art I ever wanted to know.

To have felt most scared of life and all at once forgotten fear

With the thought that I could just hide inside of you.

To know that time is irreversible and that

No Emmett Brown can take me back to you.

To have ever known what it was to taste the salt off your lips

And more.

I know better than to tell you I am not in pieces

Because maybe, just maybe - you have been too.

But thank you, for making me feel more love, more lust,

More hate, more passion, more regret than I ever had before.

I guess that's what the songs mean when they talk about feeling alive.

"Once Upon A Line"

(Yes, it's been a while...)

Flipping through pages on a summer day
Found I, a story most usual. Dare I do now to say.
There once did live a princess young, a princess who did speak.
She talked to one, one who was I and I do now repeat.

She talked through song, a lovely rhyme
Melodious full, to word and line.
Talked she of treats, talked she of sights
More magnificent than could imagine anyone’s mind.

A worldly galore, sparkling oceans
Sparkling stones, shiny shores.
Such a view, painted the dame
Promising carousel in loving fantasy’s name

She talked of exquisite dines
Made only more lovely by crooners' lines
Berlin, burlesque; Madrid, merengue
Each one resounding her lonesome den.

But she forgot to tell tales that needed telling
Perhaps, her own world needed more unveiling.
For she a princess in her lusty mansion couldn’t see
The bricks that had needed laying for her lusty mansion to be.

She looks too oft in the mirror that she adores
And thinks too oft of the oceans in galore.
She forges lies, she always has, as has her world around
In an empty world, the noise can sometimes break the flight of the truth’s sound.

Of loving ecstasy there isn't much to say.
Said she, “Come now my prince if you may.
Caress me now, don't stress your brow
And at once, do kiss and show me how. 

...And the frog said to the princess,
“Another time, my lovely. And another frog.
I fancy my slimy world to your worldly slime.”

तत् त्वं असि. अहं ब्रम्हास्मि.

Think
A  While.
About the Journey.
It  happens  in  years
And  in   an  eye  blink,
Man to child, rosebud to flower.
Strange as the thought, stranger the strife -
To find all the wisdom within, within yourself.
Yet to wander all about, wander all around outside.
For   as   you   keep  aging,  you   learn   how  to   lie
Forget simple wisdom, you forget just to stare at the sky.
Soul  holds  the  world;  the world - not the soul. Tat tvam asi.

Cookie Man

(Don't ask how. Don't ask why.)

Crimson evening. Lonesome street.
A sweet candy of a tooth. And nothing to eat.
Now that the evening's set, the mood is on.
A sunbathed view to a mellow song.

And I see a shadow. Of a crowdless ruck.
Dazed. And I wonder if it's the Cookie Truck.
I've been so high. So high on blue.
Cookie Man, is it really you?

I hear your bell, your striking chime.
A toneless rhythm, but a whineless rhyme.
The street corner's empty, the routine isn't new.
Cookie Man, why don't you come through?

Use sugar brown and spoon burned.
That's something you don't need to learn.
I'll buy you out. Never pass the buck.
When all of the world's leaning on beginner's luck.

Don't make me wait now, Cookie Man.
It's only just a cookie. My cookie. Please understand.
If the jigsaw doesn't place, and the song not rhyme -
Know it's only a more beautiful line.

The beautiful we ever seek. With a dauntless eye.
Yet crouch somehow in worldly pride
But what is now must come to pass.
It works this way. It always has.

Your smirk I see fading fast.
The spoon is burned. The die is cast.
Of shameful trial, of taboo ways, I tell you this -
The motion is set. The wheel's a-spinned.

Watch how the cookie crumbles now.

You can only say as much as you know.
Go speaking on and on, although.
I taste it now. Sweet déjà  vu.
The dream's just started. Words just won't do.

...My view's a-hazed. The world's a-new.
Cookie Man, is it really you?

Plan B

Daddy would leave for work with a briefcase in his hand
Little me then thought one day I'll be in command

Then I watched the birds fly and above them a plane
Bye, bye officeman! On ground I don't want to remain.

And the very next day Charlie's Chocolate Factory had me turned in -
Forget flying when in cholocate you can sink.

And as I grew older, so it came to be
A new day, a new dream, a new melody

At school I learned of heroes in my history text
They'd come and change the world, so it said.

But now the world misses them, misses them all
War, poverty, corruption - the common man's call

So I decided one day I'd change the way it works
The system, the government, the construct truck

Hercules would just be no match for me -
Unlike Achilles I'd have no weak heel.

Splendid and magnificent, I'd do it all
But before I headed off to work the wall -

I'd go to college to get a degree, Plan B
In case I didn't get where I wanted to be

And I passed out. Right after I passed out.
Too hungry to help another, I was in doubt

My plane had crashed, in a whirly style
I thought I'd do it all but only maybe after a while.

So I turned to Plan B
And I got a white collar job for me.

And that's how it's been all along
I laugh when I hear some kid sing that song

When I look back, I wonder how I lost my cape,
How a saviour of the world turned into a domesticated ape.

Because I thought I might fall
I guess I did manage to fall at all.

Seems like growing up is letting go
Of all your dreams, of all your goals

One day, a pilot, another day an angel sent
The next day a judge, a cop or the president.

So many things you start out to be
In the end you're left with just Plan B.

(Plan B... such a misery)