I wanted to be on that Bridge.

On that bridge…on this cloudy rainy afternoon.

The old wooden bridge…over that wild stream. The stream that is moody and drifting….feeding all those wild orange tulip bunches….

flowers that nobody notices unlike us when we sauntered on the outskirts without realising we had left the cities behind.

I remembered….it was an old wooden rickety oneway bridge….

we couldn't hold hands and crossover.

Nor could we cross from our opposite ends to meet.

One had to lead…..one had to follow.

That is how some bridges are….

I wanted to be on that bridge..again.

Our life.
Ours' ?
It moves...grows...winds on it's own.
With..
Our thoughts. Our plans.Our wishes. Our desires.
Our lives !!
It decides it's course.
Unknown source.
Whatever we endorse.
It has it's course.

Our lives.
Known as Ours' !!
Mine..Your's...Their's...Our's !
Mornings...Nights...ticking hourz
Strive...thrive...to invent but just discover.
Aim to win. Win to rule. Rule and fall.
Bury...Burn...all beneath or behind us all.
Winners...Losers...ashes in urn.
Digital memories...extention for some.

Our lives.
Our intentions...action reactions most of it's own.
But we're told.....reap as sown.
Seeds...roots...branches...fruits
Till the axe cometh ...only truth.
Name it destiny...call it fate.
Strategise...advance..someday checkmate.

Look back at yesterday.Look for tommorow.
Time is a Myth. Everything is Now.
Our life is Now. History , Future it's all Now.
You..Me
Krishna..Einstein...Gandhi is Now.
Yes. In Our lives.
In Me...Mine...Thou.
It's all about what you allow.

It's Ours'...though not us.
We are Mind... having a Brain
Reality is to be re explained.
The nucleus in the atom is kinda blackhole
We have a Body being the Soul.
It's Our Life....we feel Our Own.
Yet Beyond us...and Unknown.

Your words were like paper...easy to burn.
Turning into ashes , never to return.
Never return to it's form, of a promise, hiding a lie
I could figure it How....not realising Why !!

Your words were like paper....could be crumpled and torn.
Rootless without it's book...get it windy and it's gone.
Gone like the sand...that slipped through the hand.
Hands that held together..an emptiness unplanned.

Why the sugar , why the sip...why the perfume so sweet !!?
When the dirt is layered...you got a disease underneath.

As the music turned slow...and the lights got dim
When the goblet had a poison...your lipstick on the rim !
While our whispers felt like wine....we were happy to spill.
Riding a storm....cruising with a will
The intentions in the will... just dips on the beach
Though our island in the sea...seemed well within reach.

But the wine made it sure...the kisses would bleed.
A Blood so red...scars so deep

Never knew words can be like paper...written or torn.
Proof of existence...but a lifespan of it's own
My December has its dates... dates do churn.
Your words were like paper....eazy to burn

The glow in the room was all yellow....amidst that her own Amber Gown, with her back to me and face to the mirror. The scene was just as good as that flower in the vase.
"Pull it up please" , she said casually arching her back.
As my hand gently touched the zipper , the yellow glow seemed to turn orange in the room with the slow Zip pullup.
While her back arch was poised to pull it up....the eyes in the mirror were telling me to cascade it down.
All I wanted to do was stop the flood that was forcing me to a darkness where neither the Glow or the Flow would resist the night or its forces.

 I sauntered on the sands.....
but I guess Our footprints are merged with the earth.
 The waves have kissed them a million times but somehow the earth has engulfed , taking in it's fold. I checked the waves...they all sound same as when they laughed when we did..
somehow they seem colder than before.
I gazed at the skies...it is as blue and vast as it was then.
We had marked our clouds..
 but I guess they have fallen apart as rain....just as us. But the same drizzle has again merged with the earth...probably like us....each drop finding it's layer...seeding a new life...birthing a new shrub..nurturing a new oak...standing tall, all together to form a forest family!
I remember your lines about 'Lone trees in a forest together' .
And it all filtered through the Maple sugar bush where time is locked...
though the waves still hug and retract....the stones still get emotional and dry.

 Yes. I survive you.
Like a war...and it's aftermath,
Smoke. Bruises. Rubble. Debris.
In the eyes. In thoughts. In mind. In heart.
Yes...I have survived.
There would be estimates...there would be projections..
about casualties and collateral in the chaos.
There would be Redefinition. Reformation. Restructuring,
Though I doubt....reincarnations are possible with the
balkanisation....within the fragmentation in hopes or dreams.
Yes...you too have survived.  With or without the blows...

Meanwhile I have smashed my mirrors somany times that
now I dont know which is the crack or the scar.
Yes. We have survived. And here we are...with the chill , rubble and the fallout.
As the moon rises on the dilapidated monument....I saunter in our beautiful ruin...
 We dont know who won. But I know who lost.

                                      Slave to your memory , prisoner of my pain !
                                       On the altar of time , innocence lay slain.
                                      Chased by our echos , racing against time
                                       the storms of yesterdays , kissing my chime !

                                       Flights of my hope have wings with a chain
                                      tied to a clock , that just ticks me insane.
                                       I see your fleeting ghost , again and again
                                      The fuel in my frenzy, will set fire to the rain.