PSsst!

Elle led me deep into the woods. By a shallow stream,she stopped.

"There", she squeaked, raising on her hind legs.

I nodded.

The stream led into a dungeon."You're doing this, Prince?"

One last wink at the retreating mouse, then i sneaked in.

The Low dungeon became a cave and evolved into a thundering underground waterfall, lit by just a hole high above.Random steps down, i found IT. Camouflaged to the grim background, it lay there deep in slumber. The huge form breathing created ripples in the water.Sheathing sword, i hooked the double arrow.

Aimed, pulled and released.

STRIKE ONE.

The giant FROG woke with a cry. Lunar eyes found the tiny rebellian. Long tongue lashed out and my bow fell apart.Evil grin settled.

I was not done yet.
Shield and sword, i galloped towards it, with all my might.It leaped high into the air, bound towards my tiny form....its filght covered all distance...and its fall is about to squash me...

"Psst....Psst....FourB....fourth....FOURTH?"

I looked down.

4B. Who opposed the Moghal Dynasty?

I was making history alright! ;-)

PRINCESS

Frozen hands grip my heart
Heavy guilt burns my eyes
I lie down cuddled and shut them tight
Even tears fail in shame of being mine.

A year now has passed
But the memory, the pain...the loss
That moment of pleasure and days of indecision
Is like but yesterday.

I dream of her coming out of me
Kicking....screaming
With bright green eyes, her father's nose,
Brown curly hair, upturned lips....

I watch her grow...
Into a beautiful little PRINCESS
Dancing in her white frock
Like a flickering light, far upon the blue sea.

And there she remains forever
As i stop dreaming
As i stop breathing
Held in that shy smile of a daughter

MY daughter
Who had never been...

FIre!

It ai'nt a tough call.

With a broke father and a never-home mom,

Ai'nt a tough call at all.

Fate hung to my boat's sail,

No food, no coins, just my violin case,

And a fiery urge to follow my heart's trail.

Beaten, bruised, bleeding, i woke to the evening moon,

In the city of hanging dreams, and sweared to self;

"I'll rule the radio soon"

Cleaned tables, walked dogs and ran errands a few,

Survived weeks on raw fish and stolen eggs,

with haystacks to warm the tired night's dew.

Years down, an odd chance hit to play the midnight blues,

My Lord had pressing issues on hand i presume,

for I made music, while powercrisis made the news.

YET....

The melody of the wind,

Ignites a fire within,

that consumes all regrets and pain,

and leaves an unfliching armour....

of humour and HOPE!