The Akbar
Bridge must know
of love and tryst,
of blinding and blindness
of union so common
and yet believed to be
of a singularity beyond words;
I did not talk with Akbar
Bridge:
it just stood as it always did
in its historic specificity
and logic of being:
so she could float like a whisper
and a fragrance
through sunlight and forbidding
for embrace and dissolve.
In an unexplainable way, Akbar Bridge breathes of solitude and an unbearable loss. In all its captivating beauty, the bridge seems to be bearing the agony of an untold story. So sad and beautiful at the same time...
ReplyDeleteBridge was built as one or many wanted.So they crossed and stopped,had many wants ,nothing happened as they liked.
ReplyDeleteBridge still smile while they weep . Eternal story until wisdom touches the soul.