Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away...
They were in love. He waited for her at the station, he waited for her at the park, he waited and waited and waited till she walked into his arms, smiled, and frightened all his worries away. His cares grew jealous of her for he cared not for them but her when she was in his eyes. She wrapped him in her glance and he knew he would not let the wrap unfold.
They talked. But that was just a pretence to get close. And close they did get. The grand old ladies walking by threw a missile full of glares that disapproved of them. But they were so lost in each other, the missile took pity, turned and exploded on the ladies themselves.
They were in love. And Love had no problem keeping them company.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday...
A year arrived and left the city. January visited them next. February followed and March walked in its footsteps. But April was weary of the journey and threw some of its weariness on them. She began to be occupied with work and all that came with it. He began to long for her all the more. After all, she wasn't any ordinary woman. He called her up umpteen times. All because he was attached to her. The least he wanted from her was her company as much as possible. What he did not realize was that his calls, his longings, and his rather routine manner of meeting her every weekend were eating into her space. She realized that and did try to make him see reason as gently as she could.
But you see he was in love. A man in love is at times blind and almost always foolish. Foolish enough not to see reason even when it isn't as complex as The Evolution. So, he insisted and persisted one fine summery Saturday on meeting her a certain Sunday.
The girl was tired, really. And she needed that rest. So she said no I cannot. He said it's okay.
That Sunday itself, the girl went out to meet a longtime friend who would not be in town for a long long time to come. She had made an allowance for this dear friend - even though she had fought with the friend. This is what people usually do. You do that. I do that. He did that as well. But this usual harmless little innocent deed made him think she was taking him for granted.
And Lady trouble, seeing how well the stage was set for her, walked right in.
Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Words flew from one end of the city to the other. Words that otherwise would have not been used the way they were.
'Hurt' for example, was surprised to find a place in their exchange.
So was 'Hell'.
'Dependency' was caught unawares.
And 'Fight' was bewildered at the wild way it saw itself written in their tone.
Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday...
A week passed silently. The one following, slipped a gag in its mouth and walked away as well. He had a heart you know. But it bled to be termed dependent. He also had reasoning. And he knew he had not used it.
After all, a man in love is, at times, easily blind and almost always foolish. Foolish enough not to see reason...
Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
He wishes that he had asked restraint to befriend him. He wishes he wasn't so much in love. And the girl wishes he understands her the way he did yesterday.
All my troubles seemed so far away...
They were in love. He waited for her at the station, he waited for her at the park, he waited and waited and waited till she walked into his arms, smiled, and frightened all his worries away. His cares grew jealous of her for he cared not for them but her when she was in his eyes. She wrapped him in her glance and he knew he would not let the wrap unfold.
They talked. But that was just a pretence to get close. And close they did get. The grand old ladies walking by threw a missile full of glares that disapproved of them. But they were so lost in each other, the missile took pity, turned and exploded on the ladies themselves.
They were in love. And Love had no problem keeping them company.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday...
A year arrived and left the city. January visited them next. February followed and March walked in its footsteps. But April was weary of the journey and threw some of its weariness on them. She began to be occupied with work and all that came with it. He began to long for her all the more. After all, she wasn't any ordinary woman. He called her up umpteen times. All because he was attached to her. The least he wanted from her was her company as much as possible. What he did not realize was that his calls, his longings, and his rather routine manner of meeting her every weekend were eating into her space. She realized that and did try to make him see reason as gently as she could.
But you see he was in love. A man in love is at times blind and almost always foolish. Foolish enough not to see reason even when it isn't as complex as The Evolution. So, he insisted and persisted one fine summery Saturday on meeting her a certain Sunday.
The girl was tired, really. And she needed that rest. So she said no I cannot. He said it's okay.
That Sunday itself, the girl went out to meet a longtime friend who would not be in town for a long long time to come. She had made an allowance for this dear friend - even though she had fought with the friend. This is what people usually do. You do that. I do that. He did that as well. But this usual harmless little innocent deed made him think she was taking him for granted.
And Lady trouble, seeing how well the stage was set for her, walked right in.
Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Words flew from one end of the city to the other. Words that otherwise would have not been used the way they were.
'Hurt' for example, was surprised to find a place in their exchange.
So was 'Hell'.
'Dependency' was caught unawares.
And 'Fight' was bewildered at the wild way it saw itself written in their tone.
Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday...
A week passed silently. The one following, slipped a gag in its mouth and walked away as well. He had a heart you know. But it bled to be termed dependent. He also had reasoning. And he knew he had not used it.
After all, a man in love is, at times, easily blind and almost always foolish. Foolish enough not to see reason...
Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
He wishes that he had asked restraint to befriend him. He wishes he wasn't so much in love. And the girl wishes he understands her the way he did yesterday.
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