Hunters of Night | Day 04 | #NaPoWriMo

Hunters of Night | Day 04 | #NaPoWriMo

In the grey Kolkata skyline,

Vidyasagar Setu looms broadly

like wings of Harps,

softly played on by the darkness.

A bustling strip of NH 6

arcs over the river,

streaked in blue fading lights,

connecting the twin cities

that make for its heavy shores.

Even with the night at its darkest

and the surrounding roads emptied,

the bridge is strangely never still.

Cars with blue shadows on their boot,

continue to stream both ways,

along the connector,

all night.

I wonder if someone up on

their rooftop late night,

tasting the salty breeze,

would look at us the same way.

And smile and keep vigil,

of our lonely feelings -

yours and mine,

that claws their way out

of our hearts every night,

unable to rest and contain,

to travel to each other's city

across the river,

taking the bridge

we failed to burn.

© Sobhan