This background is DOUBLE ROUTE BRIDGE, CHERAPUNJI, (INDIA)
Hikers with their bagpack keep climbing the steep routes unknown to them unseen before but with that trust I can I will attitude because their focus is on exploring the challenge, given an opportunity, not on the quality of the route.
Every challenge has a way to walk through self made bridges trusting it to be strong enough in helping us reach the other side.
Self confidence is the key factor in crossing the bridges.
Life is full of opportunities hunt it without the fear of slip or a fall, but with a trust and faith in every step.
For some I'm a magical place, the favorite location to gaze up at the sky or look into your lover's eyes. Others walk without a second thought, too busy with their ongoing lives. Painfully, many stand here, trying to breathe as they feel like they're drowning. Soon enough, their bodies join the water below. For you see, they already walked the bridge between life and death, stuck in the middle, so they jump to break free.
// Water of past passes away Bridge of love stands by Hold my hand to venture across bridge of love towards future //
Dear voyagers of the Universe, Drop a ❤ if you feel so within the verse. Feel free to convey your suggestions, they're precious to me. #bridgec --------------------------------------------------------- ** Nature has created a serene serendipity, seems like a chimerical dream Lighting up the valleys, winsome wildflowers gleam. Bedecked with snowdrops glistening by winter sun, splendour of bridge to behold Eternal rendezvous of two souls born apart, ecstatic romance yet to unfold.
Bridge entwines two souls with knot of faith by bridging voids in between Ready for venture towards future above raging river of past reflecting myriads of memories scream. Building bridge of love so strong that no incoming avalanche can break Blessed to be bonded with vow of love that no calamity can shake.
// Water of past passes away Bridge of love stands by Hold my hand to venture across bridge of love towards future // **
In the atelier of seasons Nature held and stretched her roots thread by thread weaving her craft by the thicket of riparian willows passion written in the wild . hundreds of years her spirit alive beautiful root bridge of times.
We were just a bridge apart I saw u on the other side Waiting for me and my ans Asked me to cross this bridge So that we can cross all the Future bridges hand in hand This was the moment, the imagination I was wishing to come true one day I stood there with a bagpack with me About to take a step forward I turned back n glanced At my house of memories
Where I fell from the bicycle Where I laughed and cried Where I argued and sighed Where I lost n found me Where I fought with me Where I dreamt of u n me N so many more....
I stopped, Now my hesitations were on its way My bagpack wasn't able to carry them all How could I leave any of them? I forgot bout the present Started to think bout the future That's where it started to mess up I took a step back The bridge b/w us Seemed so long n tough I guess it started to fall apart But I don't know What u r doing on the other side if u r still waiting for this lunatic? Or u have coped up with this fight? But after all these thoughts It leads me back to the bridge As sometimes I regret it N sometimes I don't!
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DEARLY DEPARTING by Carolyn Glackin I guess I'll go now, fade away I'll bid adieu, I've naught to say Words are scarce when times are tough Please let me go, don't call my bluff The time has come, this now must end Please understand, I beg you friend You're burning bridges, I'm mending fences And there shall be no recompenses You've filled me up with sad saudade I should have known, I overstayed Sweet chantilly, linen, lace Forever strewn about your face And nothing dearer can e'er replace The truth of you, your saving grace You're building castles in the skies With rosy glasses o'er your eyes And here I stand as I surmise I'm better off without replies So goodbye kitchen, fare thee well Goodbye house of untold hell So long bedroom, I'll miss you most I'm there no more, I'll be a ghost Arrivederci, bon voyage! I'm taking leave of this montage The scene is set, the curtains drawn Goodbye old friend, adios, I'm gone. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 3/29/2021
Gotta love that artwork, right?! That's one way to leave home, I suppose.
I stand on the brink of breaking The mould of my youthfulness The cocooned shell that enclosed me, Wrapped in a shroud of protectiveness . Once this encasing shatters I will left without defences to shield Left with only the lessons I’ve learnt And my wit and humour left to wield . The rosy blush on my cheek And the twinkle in my juvenile eyes On the bridge between being a girl And a grown woman am I - I wonder how long it will take Before I lose that spry delight And get swept in a whirlwind of Lies, deceit and blinding lights. I marvel at the thought of leaving My childhood home and shedding This layer of innocence I still have And into the great wide heading. Previously I had been safe guarded And sheltered from every storm By the bricks and mortar that made this house Till every fibre of my being to it belonged Encrusted with shards of broken mirrors And awaiting a fate I’ve always known I sit swaddled in a glass bubble of hope With threads of memories together sewn.