This bridge I clicked evoked a strange feeling inside me when I sighted it first. It looked like a bridge to nowhere. Running across verdant grasslands and lined with rubber trees towards its end, the bridge looked a bit spooky. The clouded sky and faint light of the setting sun added to the spookiness. The same night I had a strange dream; where this bridge was the centre stage. My attempt to recall my dream ended up in this piece; it is a poem or pose, I am not sure. But this was how it was for me on that night of 30th August 2014.
There I stood at the start of the bridge
In a golden chariot, with an angel draped in white.
The angel said this path is tough,
Walk with vigil, For you might be tricked.
Again said the Angel, Once you cross the bridge, It is full of bliss! It is full of bliss!
If you don’t cross alive, How can you cross when you’re dead?
Once gone there is no returning, Think again before you cross.
The voice was sweet and full of care, I felt the voice dear and familiar
Before I crossed, it flashed in my mind, all the toil I underwent all these days
I had wandered at home and abroad
Through scores of alleys from town to town
Met quite a lot, some warm some hostile
And all of them helped me to shape this living
Then I met a lot, who claimed aloud, “Join us for you can reach the promised land.”
They said there is a bridge, cross it and you are in the promised land.
The path is not too stretched join us, for we have the means to cross the bridge.
I toiled in the midst of them, with a lot of pant and puff, but I never reached the bridge to the promised land.
Their words were deep but deeds very shallow, and their acts I felt were for momentary gains.
Their means to cross the bridge and reach the promised land, Seems to me all hollow and sham.
“Turn back and see before you cross”
Said the angel in a tone so firm but calm.
Through the pristine flowing white robes, I saw the wind, ruffling long locks of hair
Oh! Now I know whom the angel was, for I knew HIM all these years
Then I saw HIS witty grin and HIS usual naughty wink.
“It is not yet time for you to cross the bridge, since there are a lot for whom you mean a lot.”
When the time is right HE said, I will steer you to bliss, swift as a wind, across the bridge
I look back and there stood all my dear and near
Waving at me, they say “For God’s sake never cross the bridge.”
Then I recognize they were never a twinge in my life, for they lit up my living with those little squabbles
And sprinkled around colors of Joy, with those sporadic acts
A cold breeze flow across my face, spraying my cheeks with drops of rain.
Then I wake up from my dreams, realize they were not rain drops but tears rolling down.
God i was fast asleep tucked all inside, in the comfort of my blanket
The night was cold and it is pouring, The night was silent and it is pouring, Since the rain allows no sound, but peacefulness
Now I get up and switch on the lights, Oh! the bridge in my dreams looked so known.
I flip through those clicks in my camera, Oh! the bridge was there, that came in my dreams
In real I had crossed the bridge and returned at ease without any hitch.
My heart, now, soar like an eagle, above all the sorrow and pain.
For HIS grace guides me above these sorrow and pain.
More storms may come to shake me, to shock and put me askew
But I know HIS love is unfailing, and connects us all — me, you and HIM.