Final Call

Open the windows of your heart

Listen to voice from my heart

You might never hear it again

So listen carefully to the end

There is only one life to live

There is only one earth to live

There is only one moment to think

There is only one decision to make

You don’t need to run like a deer

To hide somewhere in the woods

I am not a hunter to harm you

I don’t have arrows with me

I only have words with me

You kept running all your life

You kept hiding in the dark  

Trying to evade the reality

This is your final moment

To stand up and face it

To own up your wishes

Or else banish to a new world

Where you can’t be yourself  

But can enjoy a soulless life

With a bright smile on your face

As rain will wash away your past  

Leaving no trace of memories in heart

While you dissolve yourself into bondage

Where obligation will show you the way

To mask your identity to suit the situation

You will get used to it like a tame routine

As time will shower responsibilities on you

There will be no time to dwell on the losses

You will learn to cultivate new dreams and wishes

You will find joy in fulfilling those everyday

Ask yourself for one last time, right now  

Where do you want to be in your life?

What do you want in your life?

You won’t have another day

To change your life

Follow your heart

Go where it leads

Live with a smile

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

Rain

                                     

                                        

                                            Reliefful     Answer     In             Necessity

                                       Raging       Anger       Instilling     Nightmare

                                 Romantic    Art          Igniting         Naughtiness 


                            Rustic      Anthem    Illuminating   Night

This is an experimental poetry,with importance to the visual arrangement of words.I'm fed up, blogger is acting wierd.The published arrangement looks very contrasting to the one i had with me in msword.

Images courtesy : spamula & bombadilpublishing

Tears and smile

Tears is a veil that covers the smile,

Until it dries out in tandem with time.

Smile emerges from anxious shadows,

Like the shiny sun after a heavy rainfall.

Tears is a nod in the cycle of happiness.

Every drop of tears pray for redemption,

Every smile pray for its own longevity.

Tears and smile swap places at will,

Anywhere, when least expected.

Life without them is just robotic! 

Images thanks to : worshippingchristian medimanage

Kerala

Kingdoms of cultures

Entwined in perfect harmony

Reached out to the continents  

Anchored by spices and resources  

Land of hills, beaches, backwaters

Adorable paradise like a romantic girl

Kerala

God’s own country

Elated by the hills

Serened by backwaters 

Breezed by the beaches

Covered with blanket of greenery

Happy Birthday

Happiness may shower in your life

Abundantly today

Presents may enlighten your eyes

Pampering your heart

You touch your heart and wish

Beautiful angels may ring

In your prayers to the holy lord

Raining blessings

To make your wishes real

Humble rays of

Dreams may fill your night

Addressing

Your journey towards future 

I am sorry

I was in a state of blinded  

Anger, beyond my normal senses  

My words lost its anchor from sanity

Shedding the baggage of abuses at your innocence

Openly, I regret my actions, which hurt your heart badly

Reaching out to you, from my bottom of the heart with tears

Realizing the pain you endured and the depth of your feelings 

Yearning for your forgiveness,I promise that i won't hurt you again  

This is for someone who is hurt by my words.I am really sorry. You are still my beloved friend. 

Trust

Telling words can captivate imagination

Ruthlessly nails down the blind belief

Under the influence of actions

Silently wins over the heart

To betray in the end 

Images thanks to:  2.bp & alcohol-addiction

Betrayal

I wonder,

Why some girls fall for nice words!

Why they look for mesmerizing words?

Why they can’t take even slight criticism?

Even the silliest remarks look so mean

Despite all attention, they moan

They aren’t being cared

They can shout, but can’t take a shout

They fall for someone

And then lures the one to world of love

Then they think of future

The glossy picture of luxury

They feel distances are too much

And they need someone by side all the time

Despite all the love and emotions

They decides with realm of practicality

They don’t have patience to wait

They need instant happiness like instant coffee

They move on as if nothing happened

Forgetting that they took initiative

Believing that men have heart built with stones

Not to be hurt or broken

Feeling they will move on just like that

While these ladies find the glow in some other

They forget the ones who love from heart

Always brags about the new exciting

So passionate that they will fight with anyone

Who raise a word against them?

When it comes to love , they are daring

They play all the games of feelings

The dramas of heavenly commitment

When it comes to marriage, they play safe

They feel they can’t hurt family

Says a sorry and moves on

Embracing the riches of successful men

The same old story that men face

When they are nothing

When they got only love, hope, and determination

They never get a chance or time to put up a fight

They have to see the girls walking away

Towards the glitz and glamour of new life

As if they don’t have any feelings

Behind the beautiful smiles and exquisite words

These girls hide crooked intentions

They love the fun of romance

They love the bunch of care

But they carry knives in the brains

To pierce the hearts of those who love them

While they dance to tunes of excitement

In their new lives

They are classy and dignified in society

Play acting the roles of perfect wives

They don’t even remember their former love

Trust, last thing to expect from them

Commitment is like new clothes

Tears down as it get old for new one

They need someone when they are down

To make them laugh and heal

Once healed, they fly with some other

With the ease of shopping in mall

These girls make even the innocent men

To become rude and cruel out of pain

Causing suffering to countless others

They ruin the lives of innocence

As they leave the men with urge of vengeance

Silence isn’t weakness

It’s just a state of forgiveness

Though these girls don’t deserve it

I wrote this for countless men who are betrayed by greedy girls who leave them in lurches in search of luxury. Read more poetries of amazing poets at oneshotpoetry . Images courtsey :  .istockphoto & image.shutterstock 

Soul Trainer

I am a soul trainer,

I train bereaved souls,

I fix their broken wings,

I make them fly again high in the sky,

The joy of watching them fly is precious.

Images courtesy : i.dailymail   & pathfinderpat 

Payback Time

Time

I wasted time all my life

I was lazy and idle all the time

I kept thinking about the time

I didn’t realize that time was flying

While I was getting older with time

I always had a feeling about the time

That I have lot of time on my side

Until I found that, I am short on time

To achieve something in short-time

I became so desperate about time

I wished for some more time

I asked for some more time

But, I wasn’t given any inch of time

As destiny, don’t have time to wait

Told me to grow up with time

So that I don’t miss out another time

While I walk with my new time

I wish to kick my old time

And I m cursing all those lost time

Now I am trying to outwit the time

By building a new destiny that time can’t beat

Images courtesy :  lawyerswithdepression  &  wired 

Freebird

I am happy

As I have no expectations

No worries and nothing to wait for

Now I am free like a bird, wishing to fly around

To see the smiles of nature and to spread the smiles

Images courtesy : hooah & img3.visualizeus

Broken Dreams

I was so happy in those green cloudy hills

A storm squeezed my dreams to silence

Now, take away the corpses of my dreams

It’s stinking inside my broken heart

It’s dead and rotting in this idle morning

Last night, it bid adieu to my numb heart

I may slam it heartless for the excuses

I may hate it for leaving me in mid-way

But I know, I could do nothing about it

I will let the fate to feed upon my hopes

Like the scavengers feeding on leftovers

Now, I have a new sky, a new barren path

It’s forced upon me, but I take the blame

And I am walking towards a new destiny

Images courtesy : 1.bp.  &  denijsdesign 

Somehopes

Somewhile ago, I had lost all hope and was in tears

Something, told me to keep fighting to win you back

Somewise words rejuvenated my aims with new vigor

Somebody get me a short cut to catch the lost time

Sometimes, I keep my trust in intuition than in fate

Sometime, that is what I need now to catch some air  

Somedeal, I need it badly to settle myself down soon

Someway, I hope you will find a path to get to my side

Someday, surprisingly, we will get back together, I feel  

Somehow, beating all the odds with will of our hearts

Somewhen, when you will be with me, I have a surprise

Someplace, I want to take you to, green and cloudy, also

Somewhere, on a beach, to enjoy the glow of sunshine

Somewhat, in a hilarious mood with graceful relief in eyes   

 Images thanks to : dangerousandbeautiful & technoparktoday

Snakes

Scary looks hypnotizes senses of preys

Nasty hiss can drain away the confidence

Angry chases are hard to evade with survival

Kings of deadly poisons, bad enemy to have in life

Escape is beyond question if it bites with vengeance

Slice of luck and time is required to negate the poison  

Well this poem is inspired by the images shown by Suzy Gneist. Images thanks to :     http://www.derm.qld.gov.au

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 :)