The Cross Bridge

By Aastha Gupta

I don’t know what this feeling is!

Visiting places that gave you everything, yet nothing.

Visiting people who made you feel something, yet nothing.

Constantly thinking about what made us stand there—

at a cross bridge where it was either this or that.

Is it the fact that two worlds don’t always meet?

Or is it the myth that it wasn’t meant to be?

Quotes become trigger points that mean little sometimes,

and other times, they become thoughts that hold value.

Some things are better left incomplete, they say.

In spite of that, what if it was complete?

The result might have been a dream, 

a miracle, 

an adventure.

By Aastha Gupta