Three Parts Of Life Poem by ritty patnaik

sometimes,
my thoughts
make no sense.
like a jigsaw,
readyto be put
together.,
andigetconfusedlikethis!

confusion,
stirs up the past.
past.......
the moment that slipped off
from the vision
of our eyes.
remains in distant dream
of our mind,
where sometimes,
one wants to get lost,
on the other side of time.
waiting for what, ?
sometimes a comfort
sometimes a pain.

the present,
as we call it,
the now time
happening,
in front of our eyes
like the actor on stage, .
the nerves bursts into
activity,
of the moment
to moment
making them sad
or happy,
in the light
of darkness of life
present taken care of,
becomes the past.

the future!
uncertainity,
insecurity.
or a damn care attitude,
of what will be, will be!

though no one knows,
what it holds,
he, who knows all,
keeps it a secret,
and springs it as a surprise!