It’s All About Perspective
How would you feel,
If you went home today
To find a strange creature
Had entered your cave
While you were away?
You would you feel,
If you looked in your bed
To find sleeping there soundly
A wee human head?
Would you be angry?
Would you see red?
How would you feel,
If some golden-haired brat
Had gobbled your supper
And shattered the chair where you always sat?
What would you do?
How would you handle that?
How would you feel,
If the door to your cave
Had been kicked in by a kid
Who just could not behave?
Would you rumble and roar
Or just rant and rave?
No one would blame you,
If you got really mad
With a dimpled-faced terror who destroyed all that you had.
That’s how many would feel, but
Isn’t it sad
That no one had taught her
How not to be bad?
There once lived a beautiful princess,
She was never afraid to run or ride,
She carried herself with benevolence and pride.
She had those gentle, charming eyes,
A face so naive, yet somehow wise.
She dreamt of doing only good,
And loved her people as she should.
She never longed for a throne so high,
Nor cared for jewels that money could buy.
She only wanted hearts that stayed,
And a better world that she could make.
She wanted to bring a change,
To mend a world that had gone strange.
So they sang, “Oh princess, wise and brave,
A heart so kind, a soul to save.”
But the men could not watch her fly,
They wished for her to fail and die.
They whispered softly behind the walls,
That kindness and equality could never conquer all.
They doubted her strength, pushed her away,
And slowly turned her light to grey.
Soon her voice grew soft and low,
Until no one could hear her anymore.
They threw her captive underground,
Where silence was the only sound.
She stood there strong, but not the same,
Her hope grew dim beneath the shame.
And then I opened my eyes, still thinking-
Weren’t fairytales supposed to have happy endings?
Bed of pains
You can't run from it
No matter how fast you run
You'll always return to it
You're always afraid of this place
Because it makes you displaced
There's no story without pain
Maybe it's a fairytale.
Bed of pains
A place we always retain
There's no absolute happiness
When we live in bondages
To be free, is to be guilty of no sin
We all are in different prison
It's a psychological warfare
Depriving us all of our welfare.
Bed of pains
It all started from our roots
That's why we keep hurting
Because it's part of our life hood
You can't run away from it
It's rooted in our veins
Some pains wounds us
Then makes us vulnerable
And some awaken us
Making us durable.
An odd hatchling was judged by many,
Life for her was hardly sunny,
Every single good old day,
Just saying his skin was grey,
Why did they say it was so funny?
Was it that in the princess and the pea,
A power was held inside this sweetie,
Such a sensitive princess
to find in such thickness,
such a small pea, he was in glee
Earth; a'ged winter-sleeper;
Frozed stiff which place lies in.
Who in his spring youth again
Rime-stripped, does so uprise.
Through each whimsicality
Child-like runs, leaps and sways.
Which does for hare, horse always
And butterfly, surprise.
Twirling midst, the birds, pink, blue, and green
The town gathered big gowns, fluffed and puffed.
Hairs pinned and beauty queen style
Purple lavender in my trimmings
Hoots! They thrum, louder and closer with every spinning step.
Violins humming pianos orchestrating
Hands on waist, gaze softening, one falling, twirling, fast step to step.
Her scent wafts through her hair.
All on his mind and beyond
Beats fastening colours, curtains, and violins
Lovers, friends, twirling, tapping
Changing, the gaze lingers on the room from afar.
Music softens the ending.
Prinsee slips away to her garden.
Little Red Riding Hood
told the wolf where she stood.
Dorothy informed, "Emerald won't do",
as she twirled her ruby shoe.
Alice said, "off with your head -
Let's paint the town red!"
She glows radiating with confidence
The bride-to-be vying her future
Satisfied she’s found her match
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
We begin like a fairytale,
Your hand finds mine with ease,
You speak in soft enchantments,
Like honey in the breeze.
You look at me like magic,
Like stars are in my hair,
Like I’m the wish you whispered
Into some midnight air.
Your touch is warm as sunlight,
Your voice, a velvet song,
With every word, I’m weightless—
Like I’ve known you all along.
You don’t just say you love me,
You live it, every day,
In stolen sips of laughter,
In silly things we say.
We build our world in whispers,
With pillows, books, and tea,
With moonlit walks and morning hugs,
And dancing randomly.
You kiss me like it’s breathing,
Like I’m your favorite sound,
Like time itself slows down for us
Whenever you’re around.
You trace my dreams in daylight,
Catch freckles on my skin,
You say I make the world feel soft—
And let the light rush in.
Right now, this love is blooming,
Like springtime in full spin,
A garden full of laughter,
Where both our hearts begin.
You and I, we're wonder—
Not perfect, but so true.
A little bit of chaos,
And endless skies of blue.
Steel gates whisper his name in the wind,
Legends bow, their bravado dimmed.
A gaze like thunder, a voice like stone,
King of the shadows, he stands alone.
No chains could bind the fire inside,
No walls could tame his ruthless pride.
Even the hardest, the ones who don’t break,
Learned to watch their step, learned to hesitate.
He walks, and silence floods the halls,
No echoes follow, just loaded pause.
One misstep, one reckless glance,
Would seal a fate—not left to chance.
Respect carved deep like marks on stone,
A legacy sung in whispers alone.
Not through words, nor through might,
But through the weight of his burning sight.
Even guards keep their measured tread,
Prisons hold many, but not all are bred
From storms that rage, from roads untamed—
Only one name, forever ingrained.
He is the line, the line unbroken,
The name unchallenged, the word unspoken.
Even time, in quiet refrain,
Bows its head—won't call his name.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
Flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
But beauty cannot shield a soul bruised by goodbye,
For even the loveliest wings can’t teach a heart to fly.
He kissed her in spring, with hands laced in flame,
Then left her in silence, forgetting her name.
The garden remembers the lies he told,
Each petal a secret, each stem growing cold.
She sips the nectar now bitter with regret,
A trace of the love she cannot forget.
Her wings beat slower in the dying light,
Hope bleeding out with the fall of night.
A fairytale wilted, a dream turned to dust—
She blooms with pain, in sorrow and rust.
In a valley where the rivers wind,
Lived a lady with a heart so kind.
Her hair was gold, her eyes were bright,
And in her arms, a dragon’s light.
She found him young, a scaly green,
Lost and hungry, never seen.
With tender hands, she healed his soul,
And in return, he made her whole.
They soared the skies on wings of flame,
A bond so deep, it had no name.
Through forests dense and mountains high,
They chased the stars, they kissed the sky.
He roared when danger came too near,
She calmed him with a whispered cheer.
No knight could harm, no storm could fright,
For they were bound by love’s pure might.
In the darkest night, they’d dance and sing,
The lady and her dragon, taking wing.
No castle walls, no golden crown,
Just endless skies and love unbound.
they called her cinder, called her dust
a girl to scorn, a thing to crush
but embers sleep and coals still burn
and wicked hands will take their turn
she sewed her gown from moonlit screams
spun silver thread from shattered dreams
the glass upon her feet was red
from all the tears her hands had bled
the ball was bright, a golden snare
but she was shadow standing there
the prince, a pawn, so soft, so sweet
she danced him raw on bleeding feet
his lips met hers--his breath turned ice
a kiss of ruin, cold as vice
for midnight struck and so did she
no fairy god, no mercy free
she left behind no slippered trace
just shattered glass, an empty face
and when the dawn revealed the floor
the prince would dance--nevermore
they whispered tales of fangs and fur
of monstrous claws that waited there
but none would speak the whispered truth--
the beast was not the one they feared
her eyes were dark, her smile sweet
a girl who walked with silent feet
but roses died where she would tread
their petals black, their fragrance dead
the castle doors were locked in vain
she strolled inside, she spoke his name
her fingers traced along his jaw
and in his throat, she felt the claw
"you poor lost thing," she softly sighed
and pulled him close, her lips a lie
his heart was hers, a trembling spark
she kissed it deep—then tore apart
the beast was gone, the curse was too
but Beauty stayed, her hunger grew
she took his throne, she wore his skin
and lured more fools to wander in
the sky was torn, the heavens burned
as fate, at last, her vengeance turned
the mighty horns, the serpent’s tongue
were drowned beneath the battle’s drum
with blade of light and steel so bright
they struck her down—an end in sight
but shadows writhe where witches fall
and curses live beyond the call
her laughter cracked like breaking bone
a shriek, a wail—a dying throne
yet in her ash, the briars grew
their roots ran deep, their thorns still knew
the castle sleeps, the curse is gone
but in the wind, her voice plays on
for wicked things do not stay dead
they haunt, they wait, they fill with dread
so heed the dark, beware the thorn
where roses bloom, a queen is born
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