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The one that got away

26 Monday Nov 2012

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People say that it will get better. People say that things will change. They promise a lot. They paint a rosy picture in your head.

They lie.

You can do it, you can have the empire, without realizing that it is of dirt. You can play with it for a while, make a palace out of sand. And when rain comes, watch it crumble, try to save it knowing that there is nothing you can do.

You can also remember all the moments you were a split second late, the decisions you took too long to take, the memories you couldn’t make. Nothing blows as a candle in the wind. Nothing stays like an amorphous anathema. When your victories are your own, why does it become so hard to accept defeat as your own wayward child- which you nurtured but somewhere, something went wrong?

What is it that makes you afraid? What is it that you’re haunted of? Are you so afraid of rejection that you have accepted it, getting along with your life like it matters not? For how long do you think that you can carry on this charade?

You cannot ever find the time to do all the nothing that you want. Go watch a movie, go listen to a song, sing a melody, try to be happy. Try to discover the heart that seems lost. Indulge it, again. Be prepared to get it broken. If it does, and in all probability, it will, start afresh.
Fall in love. Anything will do. As long as it serves an inspiration to the fear that it will go away, keeping you on your toes, alert, for the storms to come.

It will get better. Things, they will change. I promise you. Do cry, but when the tears dry, come to your senses, over the one that got away.

Heart Break and Champagne

13 Monday Feb 2012

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“Sometimes it’s better not to touch your dreams, take it from somebody who knows” – Hank Moody

Irate dismal dreams,
Broken in stages,
Caught me off-guard, this,
Heart Break and Champagne

You can move away,
But you’ll always be around.
How you manage to touch me,
When I don’t want to be found.
I still wake each morning,
With coffee and cigarettes.
Kiss the morning air,
Where you used to be near.
Feels so helpless, this,
Heart Break and Champagne

I walk alone,
Each day and night.
When I look in the mirror,
See condescending eyes.
You were my dream,
And I your chaperone,
How come I’ve been left,
To crash all alone?
Can I manage to escape, this,
Heart Break and Champagne

Deep rooted guilt,
The therapists say,
One drink would be enough,
To slide in the blade.
To sleep every night in the same bed,
Where dreams were made,
And dreams came to an end.
It kills me in places, this,
Heart Break and Champagne

Come near, come here,
I’m alone, cannot bear.
The gut’s wrenched but I put up a smile,
No one’s here,
But this,
Heart Break and Champagne.

“City, You’re Next”- ManUnited

11 Saturday Feb 2012

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You don’t tell us to go away,
Chelshit learnt this the hard way.
We made the Blues suffer the blues,
For the draw must hurt as much as it would to loose.

Now the Scousers were in our path,
We being Nineteen Titles and a fucking world apart.
Looserpool won’t shut their mouth for a bit,
So at the Theatre of Dreams, we made them taste shit.

And City-Shitty, here we come,
You’re our neighbours, but be very alarmed.
For you would suffer more than the rest,
Laid to rest, by a bullet at chest.