Frustration

The inevitable happens.
it has to.
we all know,
and accept-
except
the wait
between what is there,
and what is destined to be
stretches indefinitely.
the breath that is caught
is released, slightly delayed,
with human intervention-
the white robed men interfering
in the domain of the omnipresent!
but then like Bhisma
they can only delay the end-
influencing death.
and, till they negotiate this deal,
live.
pulse
breath
heart rate
saturation levels in blood-
statistics of life
that one survives
as a numberplate.
living,
because death is delayed.
a life relayed
in drips and tricks
of an inexact science
that only thrives
in the wait between
what there is and what has to be!