Ever seen a lonely bridge longing for lovers
That waits for a piece of air to tell it about someone’s arrival
May boredom not take it into its grip
Wishing that it may be surrounded by melting hearts
This bridge across the suburbs is like a samaritan
A place in recluse and possessing the sanity of reading depressed souls
Can’t wait any longer to see a pair gazing into their eyes
Built in prehistoric times this bridge, a place of eternal sacrifice where two elope
For it holds the esteemed opportunity of embracing every individual with its charm
Fragility still an issue for the wooden arms of this bridge
Earning itself an immaculate and impeccable name since generations
Still trying to sustain itself from the youth exuded by people around and
The freshness in the vast greens breathing a new day everyday
Flowers blooming amidst the giant redwood that showers its leaves
Seeing the blue river below it thrive since its inception
Promising woodlands never to fall off
The red cherry fruiting with a layer of mist over it
Mild breeze blowing and trying to lift the ethereal water along with it
Aroma to mesmerize just like the scent of a woman you love
My dear, the sun too shone bright that day
And lately, the moon killing the day with its white fang
Making the bridge stand alone with its own persona
A place to envy even from doors of hell
Somewhere the bridge bears the reminiscence of the legendary tale of two lovers
Standing opposite each other on this curved shaped artifact
A past glory hidden in their eyes
Speaking to each other through eyes about the new wave that has swept a gap
A gap of age, fortune, prosperity and future apprehensions
But brain not cognitive enough to drink all it sees
Pain can never be cloying sweet
The agony sulking within closed heart shells will cry for
Someone knocking at the doors relentlessly for him to get in
I sense lot of space but nothing to accommodate me, why?
Oh don’t blame this mellowing bridge, for its
Not her but the dimensions of love separating them
So close and yet so far, the twosome
A despairing moment for the nature to hold this fact
If only time could be made still and not signalling any departure
Could then the world look so beautiful like a paradise as it was
Control over one’s conscience but not on this subtle and fading moment
The Bridge has been contemplating desperately looking for hands to join together before it collapses
The Lords are displeased when mayhem strikes disrupting the love cycle
Rainbow has lost its identity mixing in its multifarious shades
Every facet of the gem now seems to lose its lustre
Leaves have turned darker and shadows even more
Don’t know but the width of bridge looks more narrower erasing every hope
But the two still standing in their frames, unmoved
Dauntless couple boldly enduring the violent meteorological situation in this cosmo
Violent thunders strike and tear away every bit of the bridge
Valuable pieces travelling now like a flotsam in the sea
The bridge has finally foundered…
Always cynical but now even the last chance to meet effaces
Never ever try testing the strength of an inanimate object
Some are, of course an embodiment of emotion and feelings
They too can break down like any human being
Too late to lament now for this old bridge had to near its end today or tomorrow
But before dying, it had one task which it could never forgo, that’s converging
the man composing this poem and his gal
Ever seen a lonely bridge longing for lovers…