Of Moving Forward- Part V

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I am moving forward and there are always going to be turns trying to confuse and stop me from where I want to reach.
Behind everything to lose and to let go of, the Sun shines. It is the mind that wanders and wanders with a combination of colours making the day feel chaotic. I do not understand these colours for I never really met them.

With a bell creating noise all over the verandas, we would play a game of Jolly. We would draw a mark on our palms before we reached school in order not to get a punch on our back. That was the rule. Marking our palms, punching and getting punched by the people we thought were the closest of friends, if left empty. A punch we called fun. A mark they called black.

Perhaps the heart is in search of that punch. Over again. In search of the truth, these naked eyes. Knowing the reason why I am here, surrounded by the breeze treating my cheeks in its own way, I want to reach the place I see with or without my eyes open. And let it kill me later.

Comments

  1. AnishaAugust 01, 2012 4:26 am

    I love how your writings reflect how deep your thoughts are.
    Such a retrospective post :)

    Not Just My Allegories

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  2. RuhaniAugust 01, 2012 6:00 am

    This is wonderful. :)

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  3. quartertoinsaneAugust 01, 2012 6:41 am

    beautifully written. Sooner or later, you'll get that punch.

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  4. Lubaina E.August 01, 2012 7:39 pm

    The loss of a close one. Something that remains a loss. Nobody can fill up the space they took. For their place was theirs, just theirs.

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  5. Sahara ShresthaAugust 02, 2012 9:17 am

    the ones that deserve us will be there for us even though they are far..

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  6. deepsAugust 02, 2012 9:54 pm

    most of the heart the heart has answers to all our questions but the noise of the mind overshadows it all....

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  7. UnknownAugust 02, 2012 11:42 pm

    I awarded you :)
    http://stone-paper-scissor.blogspot.in/2012/08/acknowledgements-and-happy-days.html

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  8. Goku shresthaAugust 04, 2012 8:51 pm

    that was so beautiful !
    heart wrenching but beautiful :)

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  9. AnonymousAugust 05, 2012 6:55 am

    Sigh. I have been moving forward and back for like a decade now :( It is one of the most challenging things in life. Rather be quick!

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  10. Stephanie ScarpaAugust 06, 2012 10:20 am

    Lovely written and a lovely photo!

    Love
    /S / http:// mydarlingsolitude.blogspot.com
    ♥

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  11. Unknown AnonymousAugust 07, 2012 1:53 am

    The way you write , it feels that you are such a matured writer. however, you are so young. it is really a blessing of God to think at such a deep level.
    Proud of you:)
    Stay Here.Keep writing.


    Charan

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  12. Miss AAugust 07, 2012 3:34 am

    lovely write and beautiful blog,
    http://susurrandohistoriasamedialuna2.blogspot.com.es/
    love :)

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  13. S. Mahnoor ShahAugust 07, 2012 8:50 am

    Hi new follower.
    That was really beautiful :)
    http://anotsosecretlifeofapakiteen.blogspot.com/

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  14. ElenaAugust 09, 2012 8:57 am

    Just found your blog! It's adorable :D

    Hope you'll visit me :)
    Kisses, Elena

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  15. Ritika TiwariAugust 10, 2012 11:16 pm

    I love how you can work your way with words. Way to go girl !

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  16. PhilO♥August 12, 2012 6:45 am

    A punch in the heart.. I wish I could let go of everything and just move ahead, the way you are :) Beautiful words. Your writing actually speaks to the reader.

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  17. BlueAugust 13, 2012 7:31 am

    was a nyc post!

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  18. Sahara ShresthaAugust 17, 2012 8:26 pm

    why are you not bloging often?
    im going through a lot of things and i feel hopeless :(

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