bridge over

there were bridges to be built
generations abridged
many old ones to be mended
before the next monsoon

it will pour again
but no one needs them now

the other side
has crossed over the horizon

taking away
analgesic wafts
moisturised wrinkles
pendulum swings
typewriting knocks

I often see
cotton swabs from diabetic tests
a pack of cards, 52 in all
the jokers as well
smiling on
headsets, unused
sweets unhidden, neglected

sometimes I encounter
over temple bells and remote switches
an impish smile
iron will
winsome persuasion
emotional drifts
conflictual trysts

the bridge I walk on now
is another
a bridge over
stories untold
waves threatening to straighten out
struggling
losing
becoming memories

bridge over
stilling waters