Dare Not Stare At Me

Don’t you stare at me like that
how can I look back at you
on seeing your moist Eye
reluctant to burst out

I know it is terrible to lose someone so close to your heart
but It is equally horrible for me to console you on seeing
your hapless Eyes conveying that nothing is left out in you

The Joy of togetherness
lay shattered in moments
of separation

The Bondage of Love and attachment developed over ages
gets washed away in the spiralling waters of tears in seconds

One may face Ups and downs in life
but facing the situation of losing the dearest for
ever is very traumatic and frightening

Knowing very well Life do come to an end
none is prepared to accept the reality in actuality

Oh Life you are such a Joy when in motion
and you are such a fear when in static

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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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