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.

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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

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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! 

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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.