Of old photographs and memories…
The day you grazed your knee at school.
Your nurse told me.
You never called.
The day you missed the bus on your way home.
Your teacher told me.
You never called. Continue reading →
It’s the shortest bridge ever.
Although you cannot see the other side.
What lies across,
Where it leads to
No one knows.
To pass over, it takes an instant.
But you have to live a lifetime to do so.
It connects two worlds.
All that’s past. And the future.
Pass over it, everyone must.
You don’t know when.
But pass over it, oh yes, you must.
And there’s no coming back.
It brings forth anxiety in people.
And it leaves behind sorrow.
In those to whom you’ve bid adieu.
And when it’s my time
I hope the road beyond
When the curtain will come down
And a nothingness will pervade
What will fill the void? Continue reading →