The Eternal Poem by shveta sahal

Isn't it trite to remain eternal?
No red, no yellow, no blue,
No rainbow, no sunshine, no rain
Simply altering the attire
Time in and time out
Pretending to be ignorant
Of your friends and foes
Masking to be unscathed by pain
And not revel in happiness
Flowing like an untamed rivulet
Weathering off, wearing off
With the aim to get chiseled
More polished, more sightly
To form the idle effigy.

Tryst with Light every time
Obliterating all after each episode
Embracing, groping in darkness
Endeavoring again for rendezvous
Recognizing others and yet
Not being able to elicit
Inner voice coaxing all along
Outside seeking for rationale
Coming together by chance and severing
Again together, again going astray
The unending pursuit
The everlasting search
Isn't it trite to remain eternal?