Walking down that bleak aisle of thoughts,
Somewhere beyond the eerie silence of the dark woods,
I saw two bridges.
First one was just a step ahead surrounded by serene beauty and mystified fragrances.
Butterflies fluttering over the sweet nectar, dazzled my heart.
But it didn’t had an end or any sign of a path ahead of it.
As if a situation without a closure.
I called this bridge: The Bridge of Love.
Another bridge was also a step ahead,
Resting across a huge concrete slope.
And amazingly enough; had a definite clear road ahead.
It lacked the dazzling beauty of the first bridge though.
As if the diamond lit by the light at wrong angles.
I called this bridge: The Bridge of Success.
Just a figment of my imagination on the uncanny resemblance?
I wondered as I strolled between the Bridges of my Life.
Amazed and confused..