Turn back time

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This poem is actually written for my neighbours Mr. and Mrs. K, whose marriage never seemed successful to me. They would be better off with other people, but that is against Indian culture, and they stay together, even when it never works out. Mr. K told me yesterday that he wanted to replay his old college days and live that life again. If he did so, he’d never have to marry Mrs.K again. Both of them have their life ruined, because they don’t help each other in anything, they live as strangers in the same house. They’re old now, and nothing can be done after this.



​There is nothing more

That can be done,

Nothing more saddening,

’cause there is

No one to blame,

No one to wipe away

These tears

Of desperation;

This wish of unity

Of oneness,

Of happiness,

Can never come true –

Because everyone has to have

Their own way – 

And there is no one

To say everything is okay;

Nowhere to cry out loud

And pour out all the pain

Into the tsunami

Where it can swirl,

Mix into the chaos,

And finally settle down,

Staying hidden

In the ruins

Of Armageddon.

’cause there is no one 

In this world

Who extend their hand first

And say

‘I will be there for you,

I will do whatever it takes

For us to be together’,

Because all they want 

Are fake promises

Which will land them

Where they had started.

And the only remedy

Is to turn back time

And make sure

They never, ever commit

The very first mistake

Again.

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