Drowning Bridge

It stood tall for years

Slicing down the distance

Meeting the ends of two hearts

With its panels across the destiny

Sending the messengers to exchange

The news and goodwill

It grew in stature as the symbol of bonding

It saw the fondness blooming like spring

It saw the summers and winters of friendship

It saw the cajoling romance and bitterness of fights

It hoped to remain as the rope between them forever

But, one moment of madness or craziness of fate

It sank slowly, without catching fire, without screams

Silence mourned its slow drowning on one side

Noisy memories kept yelling at it to hold on other side

The remnants of that bridge remain floating

Hoping for a miraculous renaissance 

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Erratic luminous omen

Life was erratic

Disillusioned with the greed

Disoriented with the purpose

Of living, when I failed to buy time

To save my dearest soul

To catch the precious breath

To survive in this world

Though, I ran like a sprinter

On that fateful night

I might never run like that again

For anything, no matter what at stake

Though, my heart pounds harder still

With nerves wrangling tighter

When I face those deadlines

That I always shied away

Still a luminous angel

Drives me to walk again

To climb the mountains

Of tasks left to achieve

To survive

And thrive again

Like the trees growing green

Again in spring, after the fall

By raining a gritty omen

With actions of courage

Outwitting the fears

To achieve the things beyond

With an ease

Making me wonder!

Why I can’t do the same !

My Freedom Lies in Fire

                                                            Image from Mag 66

Sally sat on her couch, glancing at the river through her window, while she eased her mind away from the thoughts that preoccupied her for last many days. She kept the book closer to her chest as if she was embracing someone. Even in her calmness, her eyes glowed like that of a conqueror.  Last many days, this old book from the village library has given her a reason to come alive, a welcome break from her monotonous life with no purpose. She travelled a lot and visited as many libraries she could as she tried to put final touches on her research paper on “libraries and its influence on social life in villages.”Mulford, a sleepy village was her last stop.

Three days back, while visiting the Mulford library along with a kid in her new neighborhood, she never thought that she would find so many old books there. She just scrambled through the books casually until the slip on a book caught her attention. “289.6 CRI”. There was no name of the author or publisher on the side, unlike other books. The dilapidated binding showed its age. When she flipped the pages, she felt the smell of past hidden within its soul. She lent the book out of sheer curiosity. She realized that the book was relatively a new book for library, as was kept amongst recent arrivals section. From the librarian, she learned that one old man has recently donated it along with other seven books recently. Though tried to find the name of the donor, librarian refused to reveal the identity as it was against the rules of library. She had an intuition that she knew the donor somehow.

 While walking back to her home, she recollected that she has once tried to take this book from a library in her hometown Salford, as she stared at the code all along. Back then, she couldn’t as someone had already ordered for that book.  Though she tried to get this book for many months 10 years back, she was told that someone hasn’t returned the book. After reading the book, she found a new energy in her life. However, she wasn’t sure about the reason behind her rejuvenation. She spent major part of her life on books and studies. Finally, loneliness has taken toll on her journey as she missed her long-lost husband more with each day. She had given up his fortune to lead a nomadic lifestyle of travelling along the sleepy towns and villages to find the soul of libraries.  All along, she hoped to find this old book somewhere.

At night, she sat on the steps outside the house, watching the flames arising from the pages of the book. She warmed her hands with its heat. “My freedom lies in fire”, the book she enjoyed reading became ashes. She collected it in her hand and threw it in air as if releasing pigeons. Indeed, she has freed the soul of book just as the author wished. It was the only copy of that book printed by the writer himself in a quest to get a publisher. He tried his whole life to get a reader. However, he could not get one. He carried this book along with him to the small towns and villages he visited for work and displayed it on libraries. With time, the book caught up with tears and wears of ageing just as much as his own beard. In every library, he donated the book, but somehow stole it away after seeing it without takers. Every day, he used to go to library to see if it’s still there. However, Mulford was his last stop as he had lost his hope! He donated his only fortune, the eight books, to the library. She whispered, goodbye Jonathan Jopster. A name nobody will remember nor will know. But, she will keep the name in her heart for rest of the life.

Two days earlier, she came across the news that a long bearded man found dead on the river, nearer to library. She went to the spot out of curiosity. She realized that the old man might be the one who donated the book to the library. The librarian acknowledged it, even as refused to reveal the name. She saw him in every library she visited. It may be mere coincidence. Sometimes, she wondered whether she was following him or other way around. Libraries were the one common interest that kept them meeting from distance, though they didn’t know each other and their mottos. She always has noticed that he never took any book, but sat on bench staring at some stands. Then after few days, he will vanish.  As it didn’t affect her, she never tried to talk to him nor tried to find the reason for his visits to the places she visit. She became curios about the book as she felt that there might be some clue about the old man in it.

While reading, she came across one page in which she found just these words, “My freedom lies in fire. I carried this burden all my life. I can’t bear it anymore. I might not exist while you read this. I am grateful to you for reading. You have fulfilled my dream by reading my story. I don’t think, there will be another afterwards, like before you. So, burn this book and throw the ashes in air and free my soul.” Jonathan Jopster

Written on prompt Mag 66 @ Magpie Tales . Visit there to experience other writers creations. Thanks.

Exhibition

Emblem of momentous hopes to outgrow

Xeric past with glittering glory and tears

Historic opportunity unveiled to

Illustrate the never-ending desire  

Baptized by the forgone brave red hearts

Industrious and flamboyant with their talents

Tantalized the heartbeats of opponents defence

In their quest to be the winners, sweating all their efforts

On a mission to thrill the legion of followers with magic on ball

Narrating a new chapter to the folklore of red devils for the future 

Exhibition of arrogance will spur the rivals!Just as Chants of Munich still  hurts! I hope the dreams of Busy Babes will be fulfilled by generations of red devils with humility! 

Written on Prompt 168: Exhibition   @ onesingleimpression . Images: Thanks to google images.

Dusk of Contrast

Entangled green bushes

With no leaves to wave

Arched with flower bud

Waiting to break free

When the sunshine giggles

To see an unseen world

To explore the magic of nature

To receive the love from unknown

As the bloomed flowers

Spreading the magic of red

Amidst the creepy green layers

Like spots of limitless joy

On the faces of kids in a crowd

Reluctant to say goodbye

To the glow less setting sun

Shaded by the orange clouds

And the light-dark sky

As they don’t know

If they will have another day

To wave along with the wind

While enjoying the sunshine

Inspired by picture taken by Fee Easton. Option 1.Written for  one-stop,challenge time . Visit to explore other poets expressions! Thanks Image from Unsplash. 

Wings

Wild

Innovative

Navigational

Gear

Salvaged 

Prompt 1: Single Word (SW) – WINGS @ acrosticonly . Please visit to see other poets acrostic. Thanks

Images: Thanks to NASA and google images

Come back kings

Minutes to go

A Mountain to climb

Dreaded moments waiting

To cage in the destiny

We look for a miracle

As the tired legs

Try to spark magic

The crowd goes roaring

Believe!

Passes galore with one aim

To force through the iron walls

To sneak in a ray of hope

As red devils, trigger shots at the post

They did it at Nou camp

They did it at white hart lane

They did it at Bloomfield

And many times elsewhere

Breaching through for glory

Breaking the hearts of opponents

They are the comeback kings

Everyone wish to see them loose

Everyone tries to write them off

But they come back chasing an equalizer

And then goes on for the final kill

They are the thrillers of dying seconds

With the doses of passion and determination

Never to lose the game until the whistle is blown 

Written for participating in onestoppoetry . Please visit there to read pieces of works of talented writers. Thanks.

Bridge

Between your heart and mine

The bridge is trembling as if it will rupture

Dark clouds have blinded the vision

And, I’ve lost my direction

The vibes say, I need to stay calm

Daylight will come with new ideas

When the path is clear

The journey becomes easy; I doubt it!

Night is always a dangerous ally

Is  it trustworthy? I never found so!

Beginning of the end, or a new start

To me, it’s a new lesson to grasp

Lowering my ambitions is never an option

Comes with it, serious trouble

A path to discover towards safety

Pause or move forward with grit

In the opposite side, there is a cavalry

The fiercest opponents ready to strike

Day’s so long and so humid

Occupations never keep me satisfied

That, my wish is to conquer your heart

Is there any arrow left in my armor? No!

Known paths are all blocked

As my every move is well anticipated

The brave heart in the

Children’s stories will succeed in the last

Hour, that’s fantasy! But, reality bites.

Written based on the prompt,"Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour" @  carryontuesdayprompt . Please visit and read others' writings. Thanks. Images thanks to Pixabay

Illusion

I swam through a river

Lazily, in search of an ocean

Lustily, in search of a new life

Under the clouds of imagination

Sowing dreams on the bed of tides  

Idiotically, without knowing the length  

Of the waters, until I saw the unending hills   

Nesting the crater from the eyes of outer-world

   Written on prompt "Illusion" @ writersisland . Images: Thanks to google.

Symbol

The layout in the hand of an adventurer

Had an end with a symbol

There was no further path to look

Nor any mention of the spot

He walked through the snow

Clutching his gears for grip

Fighting against the freezing storm

He walked through the cluster of trees

That hardly had any leaves

He saw the big symbol hanging from height

He kept walking faster with a quest

To conquer the precious treasure

Before the owners come for it

As he had stolen their layout at a pub

But even as he covered huge distance

He didn’t find any trace of hanging symbol

Then he realized that it’s in scripted on snow

On the hill which holds the threat of an avalanche

May be with some wooden blocks or plastic

He wondered if it is just showing the direction

But instincts nodded him to climb the hill

Without fearing the backlash of an avalanche

He reached the spot and dug anxiously

Anticipating something rich and exquisite

But to his agony, he found the frozen bodies

Of late adventurers

Before he could turn around and slide

The hungry avalanche captured him with its fists

Burying him under the warning symbol

Set by those who survived to caution adventurers

This is written on Mag 50 @ magpietales . Visit and enjoy others writings. Thanks. :)

Abundance

Abandoned paddy fields are aplenty in Kerala

Barren or marshy, waits for fresh lease of life

Unused, but still a haven for the greenery

Nurturing the unwanted plants and pests  

Drenched in rain, they look like a carpet

Acts as the granary for animals and birds

Nursery for small fishes to swim around

Cultivation can help in food security, but  

Expects death calls from greedy realtors 

This poem is written on the prompt "Abundance" in Blog carnival onesingleimpression . Please visit there to read other poets creations. Thanks. 

Rain an ally

It’s raining as if it’s my tears,

It’s chilling just like my blood,

As the rage melted down like ice,

I find myself in an oasis of tranquility,

I can see the desert lasting countless miles,

It’s daunting, but I have to walk through it,

Until I find another oasis of peace and relief,

I just wish to drench in this rain until it ends,

I wish to enjoy the fragrance of the soil,

As sun will dry up the air and soil soon

The winds will conquer with roaring noise

To make the desert a haunted zone

As it has been for those souls

Who left behind those skeletons

 On top of the golden sand

Only a few survived their journey

Reaching their destiny through this path

I believe, I could emulate them  

I do not know when it will rain again

But, I hope to reach my destination

In company of my beloved rain

As it always joins my happiness

Somehow from nowhere

It drains away my weariness

With its rhythm and beauty

Quenching the thirst of soul

To taste the drops of relief

Crazy Apple

Aliza rushed to home in a hurry after learning that a lady has already taken her 2-year-old son home. She was as worried as she had not entrusted anyone take him home, though she knew that she will get late after her board meeting. She was very anxious and her mind was dancing to the tunes of fear and negative thoughts. She became curious as she saw the door being left open rather casually. She became more worried as she saw the lady-sandals lying on the hall. On the couch, there was ladies bag and found that someone has messed the wall with lipstick. She was sure that, it might be the handy work of Andrewz, her son. She was relieved that, he might be there somewhere in the house. However, she was worried about this mysterious lady. Who might be this lady, she wondered!

 Aliza always had suspected her husband Keithson of having affair with one of his business executives. But, he is now in shanghai for a business trip and he had called her just half an hour ago to tell that he will get back after two days. She wondered if it is her sister or even her mother. However, both of them are at Chicago for attending the wedding of her cousin, which she skipped as she had this board meeting. She was shocked when she entered her room. She was always obsessed about keeping her room well arranged and always fought with her husband about being so untidy. Her bed literally looked like a jungle of ladies attires. She thought it might be the handiwork of the naughty boy. He always loves messing the stuffs in the house.

Aliza checked other rooms to see where they are. While she entered the guest room, she found the TV playing out some weird fashion shows. She felt very angry after seeing her book being kept in a disgusting manner with a half-bitten apple over it on the table. She has kept it like a treasure for years as her favorite author Delwick Hainez signed it. Now she is very much in a mood to slap the lady, no matter who it is. She found the door to the backyard left wide open. Therefore, she went to the backyard and her eyes fumed with vengeance as she found that her roses are not there anymore. She cared her roses like her like anything in her free time. She found a football lying on the lawn. It literally looked like a narrow pond as water kept flowing from the hose.

Aliza moved to her little forest. She wanted to have the feel of a forest in her backyard, so she planted so many trees and now it looks perfectly like a small forest. She found toys of her son on her way. She started worrying as she felt something has happened to her son. She walked faster towards a small pond inside her forest. She saw the footprints of both of them. She moved along that direction. From distance, she saw a hot lady in a wet towel, which somehow covered her assets. The lady was looking up towards a tree. She was like pleading. She looked towards the tree and she was shocked. Her little son had climbed that small tree somehow.

Aliza ran towards the tree while screaming, baby hold on the branch. The lady turned around with a jerking reaction. She thought it was some stranger. Before she could scream, she realized that its someone she knows. Aliza felt relieved as well. She said, I would take care of you later, first let me bring down my kid. After much cajoling, they both somehow managed to bring down Andrewz. Aliza hugged him, and kissed him. She was crying. Suddenly the lady told her, I am sorry. I was having a shower. By the time I got out of the bathroom, I did not see Andrewz in the house, so I was searching for him all around and I found him here. Luzy, I do not need any explanation, you could have called me and informed that you are taking him home. Aliza, when I came here you were not here and I felt that you would be late to pick him up.

It took a while for both of them to get over the shock of what they have gone through. After cleaning up the premises, they shared coffee in the kitchen, laughing at the horror they faced. Aliza asked Luzy, why you came without informing me? Well, I wanted to give you a surprise. What surprise? I am getting married to your brother! I came to invite you. How dare you? Where is that little rascal, Benton? He sent me to tell you this first. Luzy, you did not come with a surprise, you had shocked me through the whole eve.  Well, why did you say no when he proposed you last year? Aliza, then we had a fight and I was very angry with him then. Well he came around, apologized couple of months back, and then we decided to get married. Well Luzy, I am happy for both of you. We were best of friends for years and now we are going to be family. However, I am not going to let you go just like that for messing my home.

Aliza, by the way, what were you thinking when you found all these ladies items? Luzy, you I was having way too many suspicious thoughts. However, I was sure that, someone I know did these. Well, Aliza, I am sorry. I did this prank on you. It was not Andrewz; I did all this to get you mad. Actually, I kept him on the tree and told him to keep hold of tree. Therefore, when you came, it just looked as if he did everything. Well, it took lot of bribing to get him do this final act. Gave lot of chocolates and asked for more even while sitting on the tree. Luzy, that is cruel, you played with my boy’s safety. Well Aliza, you may not know, your hubby makes him climb these small trees when he gets free time. Actually, it was his plan to scare you a bit. You devils, Aliza screamed and both of them broke into laughter, even as Andrew was busy in messing the floor with coffee! 

I am still a naive short story writer. My first love is obviously poetry. I am looking forward for suggestions from all of you to improve my craft in short story writing. This story is inspired by the image/prompt at  magpietales  blog carnival. Please visit to read others tales. Thanks :) 

Hope

High times follow the dreadful times,show patience when life turns rougH
Optimistic actions pave the way ahead,while hastiness can turn you zerO
Peel away the insecurities of the heart, by putting effort and not giving uP

Erase all your fear of losing, by burning your heart with desire to achievE

This poem is written for participating in  bridgetchumbley blog carnival. Visit the site for reading other writers pieces of work. Images thanks to:mentalhelp  falloutofline.files 

North

New bride brimming with hopes and dreams

Oddly entered the husband’s home with left foot

Raging mother in law  

Told her son to out-law

His Inauspicious wife from home and life 

*In india bride is supposed to enter her  husband's home with her right foot as part of custom and traditional beliefs. Well, that itself is a ceremony. Bride is given a traditional lamp to carry with her while entering home, down south. This limerick is written on prompt# 8 in acrosticonly blog carnival .Image courtesy : e-wanka

Help Please

Curious guys looked towards the old villa

As they saw the glimpse of new resident  

Mini skirt made her hotty  

Naughtily she turned her booty  

With wrinkled smile, she said, please help to move stuffs

This limerick is based on this image#prompt for participating in magpietales & thursday-13  blog carnivals. Please visit to read other writers interesting works. Thanks :) No offence. 

Children

Chirpy voices that makes home lively

Holders of baton of future for parents

Instruments that play rhythm of life

Lake of innocence that charms hearts

Dream of ten months, colors of a lifetime

Regarded as gift from god, to care and love  

Eagerly waits to grow up to be like their idols

Names to rely on when age slows down the senses  

Written on prompt # children to participate in bridgetchumbley blog carnival. Visit to check out others creative writings. Thanks :) to  randomthoughtz for this lovely image. 

Education

Earning a degree

Defines the status

Underlines the potential

Casts as qualified

Although ill equipped

To face life

Industry need skilled

Our system creates

Naïve ambitious muggers

This is written on prompt# 10 'Education'  in acrosticonly blog carnival. Images thanks to : image.shutterstock  &  tristategeneralstore .

Event mis-Management

So, it’s going to be another crazy rush

Little time left to organize everything around

Done, nobody have any idea to fix this mess

So, it seems there will be huge bills to settle

Much of the chairs are crushed, so is the stage

To greet guests, there is a mad elephant waiting

Do nothing; the whole buffet is lying scattered 

This is written on prompt # "So little done so much to do" - last words of Cecil John. Please visit carryontuesdayprompt blog carnival to read others writings. Thanks :)  Image courtesy : s.ytimg .

Pensive

Pile of thoughts nailed me in a wily looP

Egged me towards my forgotten desirE

Naïve heart chased a blind redemptioN

Settled for small wishes and silly glorieS

Instead of challenging the waves of alibI

Voices of emotions urged me to be a leV

Ending the era of losses towards ablazE

*Lev : Yiddish name meaning lion.*Alibi : regrets 

This poem is written on prompt # "pensive" for participating in the onesingleimpression blog carnival. Please visit to read other writer's works. Thanks :) Images courtesy : fc00.deviantart & an-cat-dubh