Pages of life are written upon by our experiences,
adventures, situations and circumstances, our inner
emotions and feelings are exacting.
We tend to intensely identify with these pictures of
our minds, in time blending together, showing us en-
tire picture puzzles that we have portrayed in life.
Tears fall, steadily dropping from our minds and into
our hearts, causing us to die a million deaths before
that final moment comes upon us.
We cannot reach into the night's darkness to find our
way once more, being left behind without any direction
or guidance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The picture puzzles of life portrayed by us on the basis of our experiences become, at times, so intricate that it becomes very difficult even to identify salient features in it. The puzzles get wrapped up in mysticism and one is compelled to say, after all it is life! I have come across your number of verses on Indian background and experiences and happy to note your bonding with my motherland and your keen interest in eastern(Indian) spiritualism. With warm regards. Ratnakar Mandlik