Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Reverting Back.

I knew something was wrong.
You left.
And you were never to be found.



P.S.
A few moments of happiness and then I'm haunted again. By your thoughts. Your dreams. Your love. Your aspirations. Your words. Your presence. 
I don't seem to accept Death as an answer. 
I need more. More than just an unanswered answer at least.

P.P.S.
I'm back from the long slumber. This place keeps me alive. This is one proof of my existence, and every time I look at it, it gives me a feeling that there's more to life than just being alive.

11 comments:

  1. We are very glad you are back. You can always find a home with your blogging family my friend.

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  2. with every lost game the hope of another victory comes our way..it depends on us how we see it..:)
    Every cloud has a silver lining...:)
    keep writing..:)

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  3. It has exactly been a month since you last posted. So, welcome back. :)
    I too feel the same when I look at my blog.

    Hmm... The P.S. contains the explanation.. Theres' something new there. :P
    Anyways, Glad you are back.
    Hope, you'd be more regular. :D

    Take Care and keep writing. :)

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  4. Blogging is therapeutic. Really, somebody ought to invest in this observation!

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  5. PPS is pro life and positive..
    being lost in a dungeon of pain and boredom, bubbles of inspiration also come forth...

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  6. Welcome home, or to your home away from home while you're at home... if that makes any sense! I absolutely love your photo, it's one of those photos I could sit and stare at or write a story about... not tonight though, I need some R&R, may have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow if the weather cooperates and lets me out of this city.

    Have a wonderful week, see you when I return!

    Cheers.

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  7. Welcome back. Blogging is like a drug not alcohol. Alcohol you can leave ut drugs seem difficult or I must say impossible to resist. Welcome aboard :)

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  8. "Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
    And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
    And feel once more I do not live in vain,
    Although bereft of You"

    -Perhaps by Vera Brittain



    I really like your writing. It has a lot of soul to it.

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