We were just two travellers trying to find our way. One dark night, we met on a lonely road. We held each other just as the dark held us: softly, carefully, with tenderness. When the morning came, we parted ways, without saying goodbye. We knew we would meet again. But we also knew that when we meet, the road won't be so lonely anymore - it will teem with people, the dark would not hug us anymore - the light might blind us, and we might not even recognize each other, or maybe, we would, but won't show it - out of shame or regret or the fear of rejection.
We will never know how this story ends.
YOU ARE READING
--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
