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Haunted (Writers island 4)

The prompt at Writers Island this time is 'Haunted.'Strangely it matched my mood, and compelled me to doodle this picture,after I wrote this piece.
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Haunted.

Haunted is when you wake up and the dreams still continue.

Haunted is when you cannot stop thinking and thoughts continue inside your head like a whirlwind.

Haunted is when you know it is not possible, but you hope anyway.

Haunted is when you wish and wish you could have just five minutes, with that person.

Haunted is when you go through every photograph you have of them, at least a 100 times.

Haunted is when you comb and comb your memory just in case, you pick up little bits of togetherness, that by a miniscule chance got left behind.

Haunted is a lump in your throat at just the mention of their name.

Haunted is feeling sad, even at a very happy bit of news, just because they aren’t there to share it.

Haunted is when the pain still stays, even after what seems like eternity..

Haunted is when nothing else matters.

Haunted is a longing for something that can never be.

Haunted is when you want to die, but have to live.

Haunted is just a permanently empty place, in your heart.

Haunted is where I am, right now.

© Ps

Comments

  1. hmmm i guess we all are "haunted" at some point in our lives...
    yess the ghosts of the past often refuse to leave!!

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  2. You've penned down such haunting thoughts, its so beautiful and yet will come back to haunt us....
    *hugs u*

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  3. Ahhhwwww.....This message is abt my friend who lost her father on friday. She was travelling all the way to india on tuesday to see him. She had bought loads of things for him to give him...how much of happiness and excitment, her eyes was sparkling with the very fact that she is going to see him, who is living so far away. There comes a sad news that he passed away & nobody knows how & when. All they know was he is not alive anymore. I saw her shatter in front of me...no words to express. She is now waiting in one of those huge airports after missing a connecting flight, to go home and see her beloved father one last time. I pray to god that he gives her immense strength to move on....I thought abt you when i saw my friend breaking down :(

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  4. This is a place I know too..you have said everything so perfectly.

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  5. Hey, that was strong and deep. Are you okay?

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  6. Love the creativity of the picture. Expressive!:D

    And love this post. I could idenitfy.

    Cheeries!:D

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  7. Hauntingly nice, this post is..

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  8. Haunted is feeling sad, even at a very happy bit of news, just because they aren’t there to share it.

    so very true Ps.. So very true.

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  9. Don't i understand this feeling...We all have memories which haunt us...hauntingly beautiful post...am i glad i read this...take care...

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  10. Hmm..I commented earlier. Its not appearing. Hmm.Did it get through ?

    Cheeries,
    Amy

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  11. oy, how often do you write...i have missed out so many posts.

    Join feedburner or feedblitz naa...that way you can allow email subscriptions to your blog. Atleast this way i will be able to keep up.

    well, one good thing, i have a lot of reading material for tonight

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  12. Pri:yes--sometimes thy stay!

    Prats;Thank you!

    Chitra:Feeling so bad for your friend.Sounds so much like what happened with me.

    Niall:True.We all feel it sometimes.

    DM:yes I am..Guess writing is a good therapy!

    Amy:Dont know how I missed that earlier comment of yours.It was hiding.Went back and found it and here it is.Thanks!

    J:Thank you.

    Rambler: Happy yet sad--strange right?

    Thinking aloud:Thank you.We all do.

    Hershey:I will.Will scrpa you on orkut to ask you how.

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  13. ask me how?
    go to feedburner.com

    give them the link to your feed. And look at the various options they have. Simple.

    thanks for the wishes btw. If i get a good score, not only will you see a pig flying out your window, but also a man with a tail and horns with like 4-5 sweaters on muttering, " damn, stupid hell just HAD to freeze today"

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  14. i feel almost a sense of mourning here.. i can only hope you awaken in a new day,, and feel whole again.....

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  15. haunted is whn i wake up and see myself in the mirror and asks myself: are u still here?

    loved ur post...

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  16. I am haunted by my own dreams
    I am haunted by my lost desires
    I am haunted by my past memories
    I am haunted by my unsaid words
    But, why is it still,
    that I want them to haunt,
    Haunt me till I am dead and gone!

    Some memories haunt us forever, take care, hope you are fine.

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  17. Haunted indeed. And that picture!

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  18. Haunted may be when u wanna write lot of things bt there is no word to express.....................

    howz that???????????????

    Joking.

    Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. nice one.

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  19. Words that ring so true...so so so touching...

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  20. Haunted one feels about life too!

    :D

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  21. Beautiful, ps. The human soul is the most haunted place of all...

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  22. how do u churn out instant poetry like this? u seem to have something to say bout everything. good going!

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  23. :-O I'm haunted
    :-) lovely words..

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  24. Ps - I am sending strong messages of hope your way.

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  25. Haunting, indeed! Your sketch is finely done, as well!

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  26. Haunted is when you wake up and the dream still continues. That says a lot. I get haunted by the feeling now to be worried about you.

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  27. Ah, this kind of haunted I know all too well. Great (but haunting) piece.

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  28. I've just notice the 'pointillist effect' around the collar!

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  29. Hi..lovely post..especially the two lines..
    Haunted is a longing for something that can never be.

    Haunted is when you want to die, but have to live
    They fine comb into ones heart and echo often !!
    wonderful and deep impact stuff
    TC
    CU

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  30. Hershey:Done! Tell me how your exams went.Have scrapped you on orkut too.

    Paisley:Yes--today the sun is shining.Thanks!

    Tys:Thanks!!Your comment was hilarious. :-)

    Keith:ONLY you noticed the picture,my friend!!Thank you--thank you!!

    Sandhya:True!sometimes no words to express when you are haunted.Thats when I resort to pictures.

    Gautami;Yep!

    Joe:I really value what you have to say because you write so brilliantly.You are amazing.

    Pointblank:I dont know--this piece kind of wrote itself.


    Shru:Thanks!

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  31. Annielf:Thank you! Today is indeed better.

    Tumblewords:Thanks!

    Marja:I'm okay my friend..somedays just feel like that.

    Paris:Thank you!

    CU:Thanks!!

    Niall: you noticed! you noticed!!* dances around* I did try--but gave up--it si so tough!!!! And my dots are so far apart--that too i used a sketch pen!:-)

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  32. Yes 'haunted' it is...

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  33. your haunting seems so real. hope you haven't recently gone through such a loss. Most people can relate to your creative words.

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  34. You describe the feeling so well. I do hope you feel less haunted soon.

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  35. Priya:It was meant to be.

    Lucy:It has been an year now.I have moved on--But at times I feel this way.

    Bob-kat:yes--thanks.am ok now.

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  36. Haunted is Keshi.

    :)
    Keshi.

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  37. I am haunted then...
    ;0)

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  38. oh! I'm as much haunted as you then...

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