Life Is Not A Poem Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

I have a life...it's an unfinished poem
imperfect picture...an unbearable truth
I am writing but my pen is out of ink
I am painting but my canvas is empty
i can't sing......my throat is sore
I can't see colours....my eyes are all red
Salt storm of hardships weakening images before my eyes
Still strong in the hope a sweet scented breeze.
Will it come? ? ? ? I am not sure…and no one tells.
I cannot live perfect...how much I try
I love life
The more I love it, that much I lose life
Why does God hate me
Lift these veils of darkness O God!
Too late i think……
It's time to leave or time to reach….leave what…Reach..Where?
I'm going
for the search of immortality
immortality of soul
Yes beyond realm of God...longing to reach there....There.