The Unfinished Bridge

She stormed into my presence

like a stray storm

My mind pulled her in

smoothed the storm within

But…

She was on the other bank

I on this side

deep turbulent waters in between

Now….

We are building a bridge

I more she less

Her bank recedes

keeping the distance same

Will we be together ever

with the bridge unfinished?

Perhaps…

It is to be like this

I am the setting sun

she a beautiful dawn

the twain shall never meet…

Epilogue

Evening waits for the dawn

walks her into the night

straitens all the tangles

removes all the pain

Rested thus- dawn is ready

to shine the next morrow

Every one loves the dawn

no one wants the evening

Yet…

Evening always waits for

the dawn- to continue

the cosmic cycle…

K.V. Radhakrishnan