Dream World

All those romantic moments washed away in my flood of tears

In a moment I got up from slumber dreading this horrific dream

In that darkness of night I struggled to get back my sleep

Sans sleep I waited endlessly in anticipation of morning bright

UN aware I tread slowly back into slumber

I could get back to the point where I had slipped off

My heart beat set its tune again in anticipation of his arrival

I happen to see

the same Moon,

the same stars

the same breezy night

I experience

the typical disturbed mind

the typical heart beats

Alas my heart throb is still

not to be seen any where around

even after past the mid night

and I lay shattered all over again

Both my heart and mind are drowned
again in the whirl wind of disappointment
and I feel suffocated unable to breath

Now I am placed in a situation where
neither I have hopes of getting him
nor I am in a position to breath back

My heart is struggling to come out
of this dreaded dream

At last with the ringing of Alarm Bell
I could get up from bed leaving behind
the traumatic dream

I have realised that even in dreams
one should desist from falling in Love
as it is sure an invitation to drown in sorrow

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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