The Tensed Past Tense

Regret is possibly the most strongest of all emotions, it’s not always easy to deal with things that can’t be undone or redone. And the most damaging of all is when you don’t know why things turned out the way they did, that too with no warning. In hindsight, everything is too plainly obvious, but those observations hurt more than anything else.

But then there would be regrets at a point which offer no explanations, no hindsight and no warnings. Those stay with you for as long as you live. It’s these little gems that teach you to pick up the pieces one day at a time, and learn one new lesson with each piece of an incomplete puzzle that may never be whole again.

The song, Yesterday has been written and crooned by Paul McCartney where he sings about how he dealt with the loss of his mother. It shows confusion, guilt, a sudden sense of responsibly and an overwhelming sense of sadness. To everyone who’s loved and lost without a reason: rest in peace; body, mind and soul.

Yesterday (The Beatles)
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be,
There’s a shadow hanging over me,
Oh yesterday came suddenly…

Why she had to go I don’t know. She wouldn’t say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh I believe in yesterday…

Why she had to go I don’t know. She wouldn’t say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday…

A Happy After-life…To The Ones Who Survive!

It is hard to feel the loss of something that you have not experienced in its entirety. Yet when you do come around feeling that loss, it takes a lot of energy to deal with the stagnant flow of rhetoric questions that your mind throws at you.  That is exactly what happens when your first love lets go of you. It is much, much later that you fully realise the significance of all the experiences that you had and the ones that you could’ve had.

It’s not often that you are treated to a piece of heaven, and when the doors snaps shut it takes a part of your soul. But it’s never too late to grieve for a loss: the realisation is not always sudden.

However, life is not always a bed of roses. Sometimes, you are lucky enough to realise that you pulled yourself away just in time to hurt yourself further. Some firsts in life can leave you with bitter taste too.

Living a life beyond a ‘boulevard of broken dreams’ can be tough, but then again, memories are sometimes the best reminder of times well spent and a wholesome life. It is healthy to hold on to memories; sometime that’s all you get.

And sometimes you will meet people who will give you the full truth about the one you lost, good, bad, ugly and nasty without candy flossing things and no strings attached. That way it’s not a fantasy in your head you are holding on to, but respect for a relationship that didn’t survive.

In the end, it’s easy to like a pure soul, but it’s better to love something more tangible and real which you can manage to love despite all its flaws, that too beyond a lifetime of reality and existence.

Too Much Heaven (The Beegees)
Nobody gets too much heaven no more,
It’s much harder to come by,
I’m waiting in line.
Nobody gets too much love anymore,
It’s as high as a mountain,
And harder to climb,

Oh you and me girl,
Got a lot of love in store,
And it flows through you,
And it flows through me,
And I love you so much more.

Than my life…
I can see beyond forever,
Ev’rything we are will never die,
Loving’s such a beautiful thing.

Oh you make my world, a summer day,
Are you just a dream to fade away?

Nobody gets too much heaven no more,
It’s much harder to come by,
I’m waiting in line.

Nobody gets too much love anymore,
It’s as high as a mountain
,And harder to climb.

You and me girl, got a highway to the sky,
We can turn away from the night and day,
And the tears you had to cry.

You’re my life…
I can see a new tomorrow,
Ev’rything we are will never die,
Loving’s such a beautiful thing,

When you are to me, the light above,
Made for all to see our precious love.
Nobody gets too much heaven no more,

It’s much harder to come by,
I’m waiting in line.
Nobody gets too much love anymore,
It’s as high as a mountain,
And harder to climb.

Love is such a beautiful thing,
You make my world a summer day,
Are you just a dream to fade away?

Nobody gets too much heaven no more,
It’s much harder to come by,
I’m waiting in line.
Nobody gets too much love anymore,
It’s as high as a mountain,
And harder to climb.

Nobody gets too much love anymore,
It’s as wide as a river and harder to cross.
Nobody gets too much heaven no more,
It’s much harder to come by,
I’m waiting in line.

Nobody gets too much love anymore,
It’s as high as a mountain,
And harder to climb…