It no longer exists.
But I really and truly want to go there.
That land of long ago, where my heart belongs. No it no longer exists, but let me please go there.
The age of handwritten letters. Time of house visits, long chats, tea cups and cool sherbet.
Summers and shades, verandahs and swings.
Rainy walks in umbrellas, raincoats, hot pakoras and, a cloudy rush to reach home.
Mornings when we woke and nights when we slept. Starry skies and breezy, windy days.
Books and coffee cups, long conversations on shared swings, watching the time just pass by, trying to take in the sights and the smells and the bird song.
Tending to flowers, watering the plants, walking barefoot on grass.
Climbing guava trees, gnawing on the half ripe fruit, feeling on top of the world.
Give me those days. Take me back to my innocence.
This reality is too much. It is all consuming, it drags me into its depths, it hurts me so much.
Let me escape. Send me away. I want those times back again. When there was a skip in my step and a song I would hum.
This existence squeezes the heart, twists the brain, removes faith, makes foes out of friends. It lures with happiness and gives deep depths of despair in return.
This was not my sunshine. This was not my Hope.
Give me back those beliefs. They were true. They were just. They had a substance which would stand all storms.
The storms were truly storms and never disguised themselves as peaceful moments. They are so deceitful now!
No, that world is gone. Let my Soul be there then. In the bygone. If I can't be there in this Life.
Let me rest there. Let me be at Peace.
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