the bridge

our life is like a bridge
and now i am somewhere in the middle
somehow i lost the control over my saddle
when the journey started
it went on like a smooth cake walk for years
now i have started realizing the roughness of the same
is it too late to fix it?
i surely need the answer soon
i can't go back to you and loose myself
even though i admit i need your help
i can see a blurred image of my destination
yet your memories creates some unexpected hesitation
its just the time when i started feeling the suffocation
love and death does not come with a notification
i am hanging in the middle of you and my dreams
life is not always the way it seems
i chose to follow my dream and move ahead
life gives you a very few opportunities
you have to adjust yourself with the flow
iknow i left you feel so very low
the life will go on very smooth and slow
i can't just accept to let go
but i don't have any choice and you started seeing me as your foe
seeing the sunlight and brimming river next morning
i realized you were gone
but you will be there forever in my heart
it's love when all you want is that person to be happy
even if you're not a part of the happiness
i have learnt to let go
this invisible bridge taught me so much about what so clearly visible