Revolution- Part X


I step outside barefoot this breezy early morning and when the breeze runs over me like some waterfall does over those stones washing away their roughness, all that covered me until now goes away somehow.

Its a rainy smell. Cold and purely cold. I smell it and just as the cold floor kisses my feet, I wish to keep walking. To keep walking down the streets. Through the lanes. By the Palm trees seeming to be reaching higher and higher every time I see.

The usual Blue sky covering itself with the shades of Grey that appears to me as one of the few mesmerizing things and that I secretly love, meet a shade of light lavender only to strike a chord of realization somewhere in me. Echoing that this is what it stands for. Revolution.That this is the moment I was meant to witness after everything I stepped out of and before anything I may sneak into.

The moon looks at its best showing off itself among the clear lavender sky that makes it look brightest like never before and saying to me that even a dawn won't be as beautiful.
My destination still is unknown holding the kind of anonymity that makes me want to continue. This is where I stand at the moment. I've reached. Finally reached somewhere rather than being nowhere at all. Because had it been known to me, I'd rather have chosen to simply abandon.

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Comments

  1. Woa! Your Revolution series are awesome! Love 'em! Love Abstract thoughts! :)

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  2. wow... this is beautiful.. deep. especially the last line.. the feeling you create.. it's like I'm right there.. WOW!

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    1. Amazed at what you just said! Thank you, Crystal. It makes you feel like you're there.. it encouraged me. :)

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  3. beautiful adjectives you chose there Adi. :D

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  4. I nominated you for an award! Do check!!! :)

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  5. Very descriptive, very abstract and completely spell-binding :)

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  6. That’s a superb pict in the first place and the poetic narration following it is just cherry on the top :P

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  7. Yooooooooooooooooooooo! Girl. Hell I am back and how :D I love the look of the blog and I am happy to have a sunny day in London today <3

    I am too bored of rain so to speak, but you make it sound so romantic, I hope it rains again.

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    1. I'm so happy that you're back!! Can't describe!

      Thank you.. I appreciate it :)

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  8. I love the smell of the rain, and walking barefoot on a cold ground feels great :)
    I read your post while it was raining :D

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    1. Same here, Philo. I love it too.

      Oh, it must've felt great. :)

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  9. you are so incredibly precious

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  10. Saying so much without spelling it out, just the way I like it.


    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

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  11. This was amazing.
    I usually don't understand abstract posts. Its like something grabbed you and shoved you somewhere you don't recognize and can't make sense of.
    But this was spell binding. I could feel each and every word. Like I was living it already.

    You have some really great command over the language woman. Perfect adjectives you used there.

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    1. Abstracts are not meant to understand, I guess. They're meant to feel.

      Thank you so much for feeding me back. It inspired me :)

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  12. nice...barefoot is the best way to be...and i love your focus ont he world around you in this and allowing the rest just to happen...

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  13. I got goosebumps reading this. OH and FLASH is such a cute name! No joke!

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  14. Thank you, yeah, here I visit. :)

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  15. Really amazing work. Following!

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  16. I appreciate it. Thank you very much :)

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  17. This one is mesmerizing. Aah. so heartfelt. Beautifully penend down !

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  18. Your words form an imagery of all tings beautiful.. Suddenly, I feel as if Calmness has spread over me!

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