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Friday, 25 January 2013

Oldville

The Radio in the bedroom next to where I'm sitting at the moment just played your favourite song. I could hear it so clearly that I wished it wasn't so achingly good to ears.

Should I feel good that I heard that song after ages (not listened to it) or bad that it reminded of you?

It reminded of a thousand things that you perhaps were. It covered a distance and became enveloped in your voice, the way it might have sounded if you'd sung it.
The song was a black and white coloured, at times fading, short-film of how you were, overly nice. And how the chorus might have been ruled by the melody of your smile.

All the epiphanies can, tonight, make a way for me to go in a wonderland and become Alice for a while. But, old friend, I've grown up too quickly to let it happen just like that. Because there are these rough wooden trees at the very entrance, more than happy to tell me your whereabouts. You've changed the lane where you once lived and you don't live with the same flavour as before.

I was too young, remember?

Alice is too good for me to become, I am happy with my messy little heart.
Overly nice is what flowers are meant to be, darling. It took me long to know you were a thorn.

28 comments:

  1. Overly nice is what flowers are meant to be ... It took me long to know you were a thorn. Deep words and deeper emotions !!!

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  2. wounds to the heart in youth cut deeper.

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  3. music has just that power to transport us back...to make those memories so real...ouch on the thorn in the end...i had them as well...

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  4. "...It took me long to know you were a thorn."

    Is that not the way with so much of our lives?
    And yet, sometimes, we continue to dance with the thorn.
    And the pricks hurt, and the blood silently flows
    until we are empty
    Empty of everything

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  5. There's this amazing way in which you capture it, to realise that he was a thorn.
    We're all too spilled apart. We all are.

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  6. Hello dear!
    i did not know your blog, it's great!
    you have a new follower, follow me back?

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  7. Beautiful my dear. Even if you escape for a little while, it's still an escape, which is as good as any. Keep your head up darlin.
    XOXO

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  8. The kindest turn. Nothing changes except everything. You miss being Alic

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  9. True!sometimes the people of whom we think to be a friend they often prove to be a thorn...Time makes us aware!...Life is also somewhat close to this phenomenon.We think of things as useful and worship them but after a passage of time we realize it as thorn.Only time makes us aware!..

    Thanks for stopping by my blog.:)

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  10. I do I do,

    Life goes on and a lot of changes take place but fond memories always remain.

    Take care

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  11. The last line, I think everyone who read this just lost it there. So much pain yet portrayed so beautifully!

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  12. beautifully put together. A fantastical post. :)

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  13. I can never hear that too many times sweetie <3

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  14. You play with words awesomely! The deepest of emotions are displayed so simply and elegantly!

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  15. There are some songs I love listening to over and over and then there are some I can't listen to because of the emotional response my heart gives.

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  16. Ah - those bitter-sweet memories... at some point we just have to forget. We must.

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  17. I can totally relate to this post.
    For me that song is Nothing Else Matters.
    Every time i listen to it, i'm convinced a part of me goes numb for a while.
    You write awesome!

    PS: I don't know if you remember but i used to have a blog under the name "Audere Agere Auferre" and we were on each other's reading list.
    I lost that blog, but i started a new one. I hope you can find some time to visit. It would be lovely if we could follow each other again. :)
    http://theseasonedwoman.blogspot.in/

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  19. Simply Amazing..
    I do not have any other words for this..

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  21. we never know.. how things like music, painting or simply a word remind us of someone... and then there's this whole long process of musing that leads..

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  22. Simply beatiful...
    I can understand.
    Just wanna say, Life hits you when you are not ready to take it.
    It feels terrible sometimes, for now stop expecting anything and everything, this keeps you happy and get amazed whenever good things happen to you.

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  23. And trust me.. anything happened, it happened for good.
    I know its a bookish line, but its a fact. sooner you will realise this

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