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Yesterday, today and tomorrow

It only seems like yesterday
That a small town guy moved to a new town with parents
In search of a life
He learnt new languages, aspired for new dreams and dreamt a new life

The dream has come true
Today he has all that he desired for then and a bit more.
The more is somewhat pleasant and a lot unpleasant
The more has brought him problems he never dreamt of while dreaming his dreams

Today the small boy is a success story in his own right
He has gazes sizing him when he passes the road on two legs or car
But he isn't happy
The insecurities of yesterday have bloomed to be the Judas tree
Tempting to expose and ruin everything in moments

Today life is so loveless
Love is a mirage, a shadow that mocks him through day and night
Provoking him to venture forbidden alleys
Only to be left more hungry, more thirsty and more desperate
Sometimes he wonders if there is anything called love or is it just lust dripping from everywhere?
He loves hard and yet hardly is rewarded with any reciprocation
His rose like heart resembles a cactus tree devoid of the bright red flowers of innocence
He is dying for a drop of love from the ones he longs to be loved by
To be caressed and cherished by the hands he so wants to behold
But the disappear just the ghosts in the morning sunrise
And he is left pining for more
Like an unpaid debt that only increases through unpaid interests

Tomorrow is a dread
Another day of being normal and trying to blend in a crowd that doesn't exist
The crowd is actually the ghost
That haunts him everywhere making him do things he stopped desiring long a go
He longs for love and intimacy
He longs for those kisses that touch your soul
He longs for a lovemaking that makes you feel that the life is worth dying for
But alas! All he is left with is desires and dreams that he dreadfully admires
And dies a little everyday in pursuit of them

Will there be that mysterious woman ever?
Who taunts his semiconscious state always
With promises of a union that will free him from the cycle of life and death
And make him feel floating in the river of ecstacy
He is not happy to be born a human
He would be happy to be anything but a mortal man
For his thoughts and desires torment him forever
Making him believe that tomorrow will be better than today just by holding on a little more

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