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

Silence

Silence is like a pretty princess,

It lets the imagination

To paint colorful images on air

It lets the heart

To weave dreams on a sunny day

It makes the mind

To fear about night mares

The mystery behind it is its jewel

It is painful or delicious,

Depending upon outcomes,

The wait for breaking a silence,

It is agonizing,

Once it's done, it gives a relief 

Silence is a way of life

To convey liking or displeasure

In the most powerful manner

Without uttering a single word

Yet reaches out to the heart

With a sharp touch 

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.

Thoughts

A day without thoughts

It’s like living in coma

Dead but alive

With heart beats

Living in a world of darkness

Where there is no sensation

No cheers, no tears

No agony, no joy

Just a relief

Stranded somewhere in vacuum

Lying idle on the bed of frozen time

Waiting for the salvation in heaven

As those moments are tempting

Rarely someone walked back

To the life from there alive

As it’s the cliff of quitters

A day without dreams

It’s like fishing in desert

With Just sand to catch

Facing the harsh reality

Sometimes it’s better

To swim through the thoughts

Foresee the things ahead

Plan properly to tackle

Possible bottlenecks

It might look so pessimistic

Experience tells me otherwise

There are no safe paths to travel

You have to punt every now and then

On an unknown path to reach destiny

Thoughts are intuitive twin-soul

That makes individuals distinct

Hold on to it or else

Just be a robot

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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

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Dream Road

I dreamed about a road

Carved through the chest of a hill

Connecting an isolated neighborhood

To the bridge across a small river

I dreamed about colorful buses

Running through that steep road

To the courtyard of the church atop the hill

While walking through that small path

In which hardly a person can walk

Now vehicles ply over a road

Just as I dreamed as a child

There are no taxes to dream

If it comes true, it isn’t a miracle

It’s destiny! 

Images thanks to Google. 

I Like You

I’m flattered

Like a lonely frosty lake

In sight of a surprising sunshine

Keen to warm up all the frozen senses

Easing away from the droplets of fear in my soul

Your eyes have left me blind with its sacred shine  

Out voicing my heart with your all-conquering words

Unfolded my life, instilling a desire to steal your heart

Written on  Prompt F @  acrosticonly +  oneshotpoetry  . Thanks! Images thanks to Dreamstime.com.

Languages Signs Symbols

On the street, bus, train or flight

We see hundreds of strangers,

who speak unknown languages!

They try to ask for directions,

Queries about place and shops

Or about stuffs they wish to buy

With signs, symbols, actions

And the words they know

They try to convey their thoughts

Hoping that we will understand

Then they eagerly wait for our reply

Tries hard to grasp what we say

However, they might not have any clue

About what we say

With a smile, they greet us, thanks

Even if our efforts couldn’t help them

If we know their language

They seek our help to convey their thoughts

To the ones they wish to interact

As a translator

It’s always hard to travel to an unknown land

With unknown language and culture

As even gestures can have different meaning

But I find people courageous

When they try to defy the barriers of language

To get where they wish and do what they want

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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. 

Fogged Lake

A vast lake

Dressed up in early morning fog

She is waiting for her lover, the sun

Grey sky shaded its waterscape

Without waves, she is looking so calm

A small country boat positioned itself

In the middle of the deep trench

For catching some sleepy fishes

A lonely crow slowly flew across

As if searching for someone

At a distance, another boat raced through

Creating a channel of wave in a straight line

From one shore to the another

The grey fog has spoiled the trees around

They were silent as if it’s freezing

On the outer, the lake looked serene

I wonder how deep the water is!

Though beautiful, it’s salty to drink

But, it’s tempting to breach its depth

When I look through the window of this train

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Rain journey

It was a delightful evening

Blessed with chilly sweet rain

Neither too heavy nor too light

But we felt it gentle to walk through it

Waited for a late night train to hometown

As we missed the last early evening train

All the seats in the bogey were taken

We occupied the space near the door

As the train moved, I saw the drizzle

In the shade of lights on the track

Later, I noticed the rhythm of rain

Dancing in the arms of the gentle wind

Resembling a romantic ballroom dancing couple

But the speedy train separated them with its force

Turbulently without any truce towards their unison 

As the train breached the darkness and silence of night

I saw the dark clouds on the sky with the lights in the bogey

Though the chilly wind bothered us a bit, it was refreshing

We sat on the floor; we stood at times, choicelessly awake  

When others somehow slept despite the crunched space

I never watched rain that longer at late night before

I felt scared whenever train ran through the bridges

As I saw the burgeoned rivers and lakes with rainwater

More over I saw the fierceness of rain piercing the water

Like a ruthless warrior killing his opponent in battlefield

Rain showed the face of innocence when it oozed down

Through the roofs of houses or drenched trees along the track

When the train rested at the stations, I saw the glittering rain

Sprinkling colorfully as the overhead lightings reflected it

By the time, the train reached my hometown

The canvas for the rain changed from darkness

But it kept painting as if it found endless joy

Coloring the nature with its colors 

New Year Rain

Another new year came in

Without knocking the door

As it replaced the old door

With its ever green touch

That refuses to die down

Despite the age catching up

Its glorious hands with change

That seamlessly marching on

Even as the astrologers immersing

Themselves in predicting the future

I looked at the bright sun and felt great

It’s the new-year sunshine, a great omen

A spirit that always drove me on in the past

To make new resolutions for the year ahead

And to try to make it happen at least for a day

Waking up from an unusual slumber

I heard the noise of battlewagon of the rain

As the wind smashed through the coconut trees

I sensed the raw fragrance of the barren earth

I wondered why it is raining on a new year’s day!

I wonder if this is the year to redefine the seasons

As now rain comes unprecedently and lasts for long

While the winter and summer plays hide and seek game

Though it ruined my day, it let me to get lazy once more

To slip down into the arms of music and raw thoughts

Rain has given me an excuse to stay clear from stress

Sometimes, embracing the idleness in company of rain

In the lonely den of this world is much better than being out

Venting out the stress at some hapless opponents somewhere

As rain brings pieces of peace inside its droplets to share with us

May be this rain is just a new-year gift from the sky to think

A path might unfold by holding the droplets in the heart

A reminder for the days to come, peace will lead the way

Wish you all a happy new year!