life is intolerable

In moonlit nights
I see flowers,
feel the chillness of rivers,
and hear songs of birds,
at the valley of my soul.

I am a caged bird,
the bird, fear to leave the cage,
even though tempered with
broad  blue sky.

In childhood,
i had a sky,but lost,
when i grown up.

There have a star
in eastern horizon
I could see it
thru my study room window
But now the view blocked
with new houses.

I could
to identify her
from any crowd.
But here alone
identifying myself,
as in front of a mirror.
You were ,
 mere a image to the  mirror.

If all these are dream
to some one else.
if i found the person
do i awake him,
never i do.

life is intolerable,
intolerable as the moments
just before a ........