Revolution- Part IX

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And now do I realize what they, the whispers, the sensations seem to do with me. By introducing themselves to me, suddenly disappearing yet promising to return, making me wait and then giving me hints that they're on their way to my door, they're making me vulnerable. In a way I never was before. A new vulnerability I'll live my life with henceforth. They're making me vulnerable despite knowing, given the past circumstances, that I have every reason not to be so ever again.

They found their ways to me, no matter how unbelievable it seemed. They want me to listen to my inner self more than ever. They want me to stand up despite the obstacles I went through, despite the storms I'll continue to swim through. They want to see me being tough for the world is rough. Standing tough like a lighthouse. Away but still accompanying the water. Rough and tough yet having an elegance when the Sun sets and the water needs to be highlighted.

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  1. WritingsForLifeMay 02, 2012 2:51 pm

    That's beautifully written :-). ah - the whispers and the magic they hold.

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  2. C.S.HMay 02, 2012 4:04 pm

    Very beautiful...

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  3. quartertoinsaneMay 02, 2012 7:37 pm

    I do not see vulnerability, rather its happiness and hope :)

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    1. ArundhatiMay 03, 2012 8:26 am

      There is vulnerability somewhere, yes.. but happiness and hope occupy the most space! :)

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  4. RuhaniMay 02, 2012 8:18 pm

    You really have a way with words :)

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  5. Tangled up in blue...May 03, 2012 2:44 am

    You really do find the most enchanting images. And I'm finding your blog rather addictive man. This post was just so ethereal. A lighthouse by the sea. Such a lovely picture painted with words.

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    1. ArundhatiMay 03, 2012 8:30 am

      Its an honor to read such words from you. Thank you so much.. :)

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  6. hazeMay 03, 2012 11:17 pm

    Your words are enchanting and the photo is beautiful. I adore you xx

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  7. deepsMay 04, 2012 7:59 am

    listen to them keenly, for they speak the truth and
    lucky are you if you can listen to them.

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    1. ArundhatiMay 04, 2012 11:34 am

      I do. :)
      Just don't know if I'm lucky. Thank you. :)

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  8. AVYMay 04, 2012 12:30 pm

    There's nothing more dangerous in life than being vulnerable. I fight that feeling every day. Thank you love :*


    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

    ♥

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  9. SabrinaMay 04, 2012 2:25 pm

    This is such enchanting writing. Everyone values strength through weathered times, though I find a greater strength in being "weak" and confronting emotions instead of burying them to make face.
    Thanks for sharing <3

    Sincerely,
    Sabrina

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    1. ArundhatiMay 05, 2012 1:15 pm

      Thank you so very much, Sabrina! I appreciate it!

      And I couldn't agree more..what you stated doesn't lack truth at all!

      Thank you for stopping by! :)

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  10. PhilO♥May 05, 2012 2:40 am

    The world is rough, and you have to be strong. When you start relating to your inner self, it does give peace :)
    I love the picture!!

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  11. Silence Unplugged.May 05, 2012 11:54 am

    So heart-tugging ! Very well written! :)

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  12. ♥●• İzdihër •●♥May 05, 2012 11:33 pm

    So beautifully written up.

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  13. ShahaMay 06, 2012 9:42 am

    such beauty that your writing brings about, it makes me feel good. Love it

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    1. ArundhatiMay 12, 2012 2:45 am

      Oh, so kind of you! Thank you so much, Shaha :)

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  14. N.May 13, 2012 12:48 am

    This was enchanting.
    And you are lucky if you can hear those whispers. Not all can.
    I somehow couldn't sense vulnerability, all I felt was the hope for future happiness and the hope to be stronger.

    P.S: Look at me, reading the series backward. X_X

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    1. ArundhatiMay 13, 2012 7:17 am

      Thank you, N. :) Yes, perhaps its the luck.. I haven't really realized it yet.

      Oh, its okay. Maybe next time you start reading forward. :)

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  15. AnonymousAugust 05, 2012 11:20 am

    If you dont mind me butting in, i read the revolution series. And i needed to make a stop just here. If whispers is an inner voice, how can ittell you to listen to your inner voice more.sounds like a bullying school teacher to me.Forgive me, im completely new and i tend to get technical!

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