I wanna go back
...........................

I wanna go back, back to the 

Back to the sunshine and golden hay

On my fathers shoulder soaked up in awe 

Waving my hand to that airplane miles above


In all that I have seen  so near or far 

I miss my mothers hands through my hair

It seemed like a good idea, this growing up

But now it seems this trophy is just an empty cup


When my sister kissed my cheek

After I stole chocolates from the fridge

Running off with my brother to the movies

A penny on the street felt like i am goddamn rich


Oh I wanna go back to the good old days 

Sitting with my friends by the lake after school 

Skipping stones over the water for hours on an end

Or dancing without a care when I was surrounded by friends


That childhood was gold, oh wouldnt you say

How time stole it from me with every birthday 

Now I am just an old man who walks alone with a cane  

Sitting by the window, waiting for the angel to take me away 

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Looks can be deceiving
But a dark heart never hides
Seeing isn't always believing
But imagination doesn't cost a dime

From ashes of mistakes comes grievance
A frigid soul stirs up storms every night
Churning skin to bones, odds to evens
Two steps from heaven, sincerity dies


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I have a feeling you lost me before I lost you
This childish tug of war eventually cost you
I had a reason to believe you before you did
You told you were broken hearted just like me

How ironic it seems of the words we said to each other
We promised we will always be friends before lovers
Just a gush of air and our castle of cards fell down
Without you anymore, I am just a king without a crown

But its not regret that I feel but a closure long desired
I had burnt all my fingers playing with this fire
Everyday I woke up next to you, I felt inspired
Every night I stay away from you, I am no longer a liar

Though it hurts when the memories flash before my eyes
Our photographs are now the only souvenir I keep with me
We dreamt of a love so perfect but reality made us sigh
When we can't make each other whole, it's better to stay incomplete

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You don't want to have what's right in front of you
Yet you despise yourself for what you don't have now
It's ironical that everyday life is passing you by
Yet you are trying to take the steering wheel somehow

When will you face the truth that they are already gone
Even when you promised them, they will never be wronged
They needed you when they needed to and that's it
If you are really responsible for yourself, then effin act it

Either you pushed them away or they left you behind
You were either a court Jester or a King of the Blind
It's not easy to let go yet you must do what you can
The longer you stay at the bottom, the more difficult it is to stand

There are so many people out there who need you
Someone to tell them that it doesnt matter at all
You have been through the worst, survived to tell your story
The more realer life is once you accept its a Memento Mori

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You were always a boy
And she loved that about you
When you became a man
She believed you will understand

When you looked into her yes
Happiness shone like a diamond
When you asked for her hand
She knew you will never let her go

You lived life one day at a time
But she knew she will never be harmed
Your mistakes did make her cry
But she slept every night in your arms

She loved you more than you deserved
But when you were ready, she was gone
She knew everything about your heart
But when you held it out, she had moved on

You were tough on the outside
But she knew your secrets and dreams
You loved no woman other than her
But all she heard that night were your screams

You didn't ever think she would leave
But when you looked back, she was gone
At times, love is something that's gotta give
Love stories dont always have happy endings

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Love if can be understood can't be
It's the truth we both know but refuse to see
not that our hearts are too callous to feel
But the 'I miss you' is too big of a deal

Tell me how do you sleep every night
Knowing that a heart aches for you miles away
Wonder it's not a lot for you to say Hi
Knowing that the life in me is beginning to fade

You took my hand although I acted so tough and you made me touch your soul
I knew it will be difficult for me to give up
the things you will ask me to hold

Your photograph speaks to me on my lonely nights
In one hand a cigarette, in the other a whiskey glass
Your old texts on my screen, flashbacks in front of my eyes
I am hurting inside though I smile through all my cracks

We are not to be blamed but only to be in love
How could we have known life has its own plans
As I take your name in every prayer I send above
Wish my heart had turned to stone before it slipped from your hands


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It's very easy to forget the purpose for which you live everyday. For what you wake up in the morning and in the next moment you pick up your phone and get lost browsing through stuff that's irrelevant to your life and your dreams.

Dont we all love to dodge the curveballs life throws at us telling ourselves that we will start tomorrow but tomorrow never comes and the 5 minute motivation speech quietly slips under the rug. Don't we forget how much we cried when we didn't get what we wanted and what we slogged for and finally when the results were out, they didn't call upon our name.

We know what needs to be done and yet we are always in two minds over our next step. We are caught up between our wishful thinking and the need to wake up from our fantasies. We know what needs to be done yet here we are scrolling through our feed silently comparing or desiring for a life that's very much within our reach but needs stepping out of our comfort zone a little.

When do we plan to make this life worth its blood, sweat and tears? When will we ever think that we need to use our head at times when shit needs to get done and there will be plenty of time and life left to run wild through the fields of barley or dance to the tune of raindrops.

Wake up.


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' Just friends '

Stuck in the past
Everlast
Chasing ghosts
move so fast
Flick the switch
Give to ask
If I am wrong
Then you ain't right
U my epiphany
I am surprised

Fly high but fall dry
Like, Love then deny
U ain't my type
I said day and night
You made me a joke
I choked
They all laugh
I m just stupified
Your lies, your comfort
Sipping your camomile
I yell damn you, FML


I am over you
A lost face in the crowd
Have a fucking clue?
I have everything now
I got money
money buys me yous
Money buys more
I keep score
But I am never sure
If I see you again
Over my shoulder
Walking in the rain
Hand in hand
With another man
Will I pretend
Will I let it go
Being 'just friends'

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Sometimes pretending is the only thing to do when you know truth will hurt someone you love.

It is said that if you care about someone, always tell them the truth but that truth seldom ends up in a good place. More often than not, people can't see the truth, look the other way or simply ignore it.

Such is the way a human being is. The more imperfect it is, the happier it will be...
Because truth is not everyone's cup of tea.

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A Girl of a unknown land,
In the winter a scarf she had.
But a fang, like a little lamb,
between a tree she sat.
Questioning the intrinsic value,
of being alive and obligations.
Her beauty would knife you,
until you're out of sensations.

She asks the light if she can stay
Her mind is blank, thoughts disarrayed
Longing to find her role in this play
She's a weakened spirit and fades.

Her eyes look up with her soul well worn
A heavy heart and a recurrent sigh is the norm
But a mystical smile cuts through her scorn
Tears that cut her cheeks now be pearls that adorn.

But sudden was the feeling that goes,
As the water in a blink of an eye flows,
That same question perpetuating,
For which her misery she was reverberating

"I don't exist, as such i deny my existing.
I don't believe as a being i am living,
not for my own rambling apart sinning.
And such existence isn't a bell ringing.
i deny it for you because you need belief
And this mediocre existence is but a leaf."

And a being, no man, from the sky appeared:
"Don't worry, child for you have yet to sin,
but no greater than man's own selfish beard.
I am not a dictator nor an atrocious god nor grim,
You shall from me expect no face within afraid"
These were the words from which god was made.

"I only take from you, your freedom, faith i request,
And thinking is prohibited," — He said.

But as she thought and thought, patience was over,
And then she said: "I want a mind with no rover"
And by her heart, she followed, denying god once more,
Denying her fate, her treason to herself and her lore.
For she is not too late, and as such she went,
God's disappearing, to heaven him she had sent.

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Harry, a story.

FIRST CHAPTER

A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons and weeping tears of humanity, that melted even the brighest of snow. A Midnight whisper, between the green grass of France, and the Bohemian farmer. A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass, and all shall be consumed. ‘What?’, said Harry, waking up from a vision, perhaps dream, nonetheless strangely enough to consume his spirits, and drink the rest of his sweeping blood. Harry, a shy fellow, and possesing virtue on being right, depending on what view you thinking of it, but there is no right or wrong for him, only what mankind thinks of it, but a little more wishing, he analyzed his own character and developed himself the word of good, for is own, denying god’s view, and secretely refusing imposed laws. Imposing himself his laws. ‘What was that dream?’, he said, agnostic to anything but the Dream. His bed was upon a wooden base, next to a window, that closed his eyes with the dark mist of a new cycle of work. The room was simple, but calm, beneath a table, there was a computer, a state of the art computer of the almost 21th century, it was the year 2000, and he had a bottle of wine next to the computer, ‘I shouldn’t drink before going to bed, messes up with my sleep, and gives me strange dreams’, all he could say of the dream was “A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass” – this echoed through his brain, and, with an almost profetic saying, made him believed that today was going to be abnormal, although normal to him, as always.
With a weary mind, he switched on the computer and logged on to Facebook, that was plastered with photographs of his so called friends and their dream life along with countless advertisements capitalising on the insecurities of men like him. These advertisements ranged from inability and low confidence of men who cannot pick up girls at the bar or women who want to have the best looking Victoria's secret model figure keeping their fads and cravings for fast food intact. The reality was twisted and fabricated in the best way possible. This high life to people now was like water to a fish who felt the glass bowl was an ocean.

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Harry, a story

FIRST CHAPTER: https://t.me/WritersClub/337456


SECOND CHAPTER

By browsing through a few pages, where he had written some comments, unrealistic it may seem, and unrealistic it was, no matter of who it was, no friends of his, through what other's call friendship, a major misconception underneath our own noses. Realizing it was already 6:30 AM, he suddenly thought about the meeting at 7, as such he jumped to his feet from his cozy bed and quickly ran to the shower. Everything was more or less voice activated, an intelligence house one may presume, the best a middle-upper class salaryman could buy, and the best trojan Uncle Sam could give.
With one feet in the shoe and the other struggling to get the socks on, he rode the elevator down to his car, jumped in and drove top speed only to realise that the freeway was completely jammed up with the traffic. With nothing much to do aside from cursing himself and the tragedy under his breath, he turned on the in-car entertainment screen to watch local TV news, his eyes loomed over the headline that a middle aged investment banker had jumped to his death in front of a semi trailer with his body mangled and disfigured. To sensationalize this tragedy, the news reader inserted a comment that translated to the fact that his soul was crushed long before his body owing to the huge credit card debt that had amassed over the years. He shrugged his shoulders because such words writhed his soul and made him ask the question he always had but never knew who to ask.
Was this the life we wanted to live in the promising future? What’s the promissing future after all?
When he was still on the freeway at 7 am, he was no longer under duress of reaching his office for the meeting. He just kept driving straight on the freeway till he reached the left turn that took him to the Skyrise where his office was. He worked for a huge name but never outgrew his cubicle in the last 4 years of overworking his mind, body and spirit, never had any ambitions, and for that his death would seem just another dead salaryman, through with Life’s choices, and his own choosing. After getting a good deal of bashing from his boss who wanted him to be present for the meeting with his facts and figures, that were important to show the client that their money was not only safe with Cipher Finance, but would potentially climb the grapevine all the way to a 56 percent growth even in this market. The roulette minded west was pretty pissed by the sheer audacity and cunning of the east where they had spent three decade to milk their money only to find out that the slave was ready to be a master. Economic warfare was no longer a bookish term to be found buried deep in a book on foreign policies to safeguard national interest but rather it was an umbrella term now to denote all the arm-twisting techniques that the motherland countries were playing with the new found fatherlands. In short, the entire economic situation was a chaotic with only the superrich and super powerful government getting the better of it while the people on whose backs, their empires stood were now pushed down or under the huge debts their credit cards brought on with bare minimum credit ratings that were needed just to lease a new apartment. It was horrible but liveable, nevertheless, yes, nevertheless, the people were mad about it.

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When people are doing good, when their problems are not staring in their faces, when they don't want you.. They dont want you. Period.

The people who really appreciate your presence in their life would like to remind you time and again how beautiful their life is because you are a part of it.It is a harsh reality that friends become strangers, lovers become exes just because the mutual need for being together no longer exists or in some cases wasn't there from the start and it was nothing but a farce.

And then people say the 3 dreadful words "You have changed". Of course they are right. You have changed because you now know that you never mattered or matter anymore to them as you felt you did. All the beautiful words that once came out of their mouth and made your heart feel absolute mirth now pierce your eardrums like a child throwing tantrums because he's been denied of his favourite toy.

We sometimes choose to walk with them some distance of their journey because we know how it feels like to be alone.Instead, we need to learn how to walk alone as we grow up and grow old and better yet, help someone younger to us in learning to walk alone.It's a different feeling of walking alone but together with someone because when they climb out of the same well of darkness you had been in, they thank you with their eyes and their smile.That beats all the so called love and care in the world.

Doesn't it?

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In death,
we all come shoulder to shoulder
Cuz death
Treats us equal, young or older
No matter
were you a thief or an honest grunt
You meet your maker buried or burnt

In death
There's that everlasting quiet we crave
Cuz death
Embraces even those who can't be saved
No matter
You look the other way or shove the knife
You will be judged for your love or your pride

In death,
Fear for your life disappears with a sigh
Cuz death
Frees us of all the miseries we caught looking for fireflies
No matter
You face is on a billboard or you're wanted dead or alive
You leave this place you love or hate with nothing but a blithe smile


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If you touch water, it wets you
If you touch love, it burns you
If you touch friendship, it gets you
If you touch lust, it turns you

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You see how we think we chase that person in our life who we think is special, how we are always looking for ways so that they can look back at us in the same way we look at them, they feel for us same way we feel for them... And they don't. After which we feel we are a fool for chasing them and we think they enjoy or show apathy towards our situation...

Guess what.. Everyone's fool for someone. They are not looking at us the way we look at them because they are looking at someone else the way we look at them and perhaps that someone is hoping to catch someone else's attention... And the chain goes on.

I would be too crass to say that everyone's someone's bitch.

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