Fallen sand

Fallen sand

A Poem by Soren

It was a time of innocence of great expectations, when God still existed
And we believed in princesses and frogs turned into princes
A time when everything was simple,
When we trusted in promises, loyalty and true love
We were young and the morning of life had just begun
Everything was a game, full of dreams and imagination
Nothing impossible on that outstretched road to our enchanted destination
So with a magical belief, hand in hand we built our castles,
And searched the sand for promised buried treasure
Then with time came the little lies of life that broke the rules of the game
Building barriers between us of fears, tears, anger, strife and blame
The game became war full of agony and pain
A once bright beach became a dark storm swept coast
Whose waves did roar up the shore
And in the dark, as we ran, we tripped and fell over those castles of sand
And when I looked you were no more
Now my hair's gone gray, and my eyesight has grown dim
So from time to time, I close my eyes going back to that place sublime
Where all wishes came true and all things were believed in
Then on that enchanted beach you come to me and now I see
You’re the lost princess I’ve searched for, so long
And the lies have become nothing more than weakness and folly of youth, As we played our childish games on that magical shore
The agony and pain nothing more than the rocks and stones upon which true love is built
And in my mind, we still play in the ocean spray, in that fanciful land
And nothing else matters but that moment in time when you held my hand

© 2025 Soren


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Your daily expense in drinking would be min 5000rs. If you travel.atleadt 2 lacs. Injury to health with smoking and drugs reduction of life by 10 yrs. What for you are living is you dont even know. If you continue this with jist sex and uncpntrollable thoiughts on cafe, you will get bored of your life. At that time you cant giv rise to kids too age becomes bar. Your loneliness will kills you like of an hitler..

Already i am seeing my loneliness i feel like hav my born child with me that too you are trying to take away...

God s grace i still hav hope you will stop this and i am here to take care of your genetical disorder , as you hav stretched your hand in my tough time i promise you...


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Living for a husband is good. Living for a false husband who says i love you but girls need me is tough. It is still more great futile effort for a non existing husband. Seeing only in thoughts because you cant do anything.
An addicted person has no control on what he does like cancer cell where whole organ needs to be cut.
A person who does wrong cant accept it is wrong is dangerous like a virus that slowly eats away body. Like money in banks.
A b*****d can screw up but a cunning b*****d never fixes only screws up...
You are screwing up your father left you so your wife too not bothered.
Do you think sastry is loving you?? She will just eat away all your money spending in drinking travel. Now she is neither value of penny nor you. Just enjoying mom jewelry.

When that richness becomes zero you will remember your a*s thinking what i did.

Wakeup man.. you are not fathet to a b***h who is 35 yrs old neither to 60yrs her mother they are just using your money.

Do you think you can earn money do you remember what you did in bechtel calculations? You are no worth just getting loss in that trading too

Think about your life.
Even this writing not giving any value.

Jessy Jacob.




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This is a game of liar to lie he makes one more lie and it goes on where self loses trust on self.. you born again to escape and blame...

Just enjoy breathing who knows you will fell short of it in dream too.

Dont silly billy bully...
Take care of people around you you are extracting fun of that little kids in your family too..



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Soren

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