The Bridge

Long way ahead is a dark brown bridge.

Told a friend who travels quite a bit.

It’s all dark around it he says,

You should be careful if you ever go there he says.

Never cross it, terrible danger lies ahead he says.

If you ever go there, be sure you never set a foot on it he says.

An adventurer like me will always like to see I say,

I will take care don’t you worry I say.

Travel I did for quite a bit, to finally find the dark brown bridge.

What magnificent bridge it is I say, what lies ahead? Who knows I say.

I see darkness surrounds the bridge, Water runs under it as if it was scared of it.

I see no flower or plant around it; I ask myself why that could be?

Could this be a trick or just a prank I think?

Dark mood around it didn’t agree about it.

I try to look beyond the bridge; I get surprised by what I see.

I see a girl with silver blond hair, she was waiving at me with a cheerful face.

Mesmerized by her beauty, I try to step on the bridge.

With a smiling face she swayed her hand from left to right in a musical way.

I want to join you in that dance I screamed and jumped on the bridge with a thought about it,

Only to find that there was no bridge.

I was a fool I thought before hitting the ground, only to realize there was no ground.

Was I dammed for an eternity to fall down in to the unknown or this is just trick i thought.

I closed my eyes and open them again, only to realize I was at home again.

What happened I thought was this just a dream I thought.

With a thousand questions I travelled again to find that misty dark brown bridge.

In a couple of days I found it again and I saw the silver blond girl again.

With a joyful face I stepped on the bridge and found myself back at home again.

I wanted to see her and so I travelled back to dark brown bridge.

I reached back to the dark bridge and saw her charming face again.

Was I just to see and never to cross I think? What a stupid thought I think?

I waved my hand at her and screamed at her; only to see her doing the dance again.

I can’t wait I say and step on the bridge, again to find myself at home again.

I did this for thousand times I think only to realize that I was too old for this.

I never travelled again in many years, until one day I accidently reached it.

I see a young man just about to step on the bridge; I save him from the anguish by pushing him away.

What are you doing old man he asks, saving your life from the dark brown bridge I say.

Awestruck by my story the young man walks away, I look across the bridge to see the girl again.

What was I to lose I say and yet again I stepped on the bridge, Only this time I reached right across the bridge.

She holds hand and I finally meet her, only this time I was not excited at all.

What did I do wrong? I ask, nothing old man your time was yet to come she said.

-Jay Trivedi