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[506] The Eternal Question(s)

by Rahul Gaur5 Comments on [506] The Eternal Question(s)
[506] The Eternal Question(s)

I lived in a vacuum without words⁣a life without soul, a spiritual torture of sorts⁣An imaginary world without imagination⁣A physical whirlwind of confirming and conforming⁣⁣It was an exile from my inner world⁣a detour to enhance the drive ⁣but I found nothing of value ⁣just a waning death dying ⁣⁣This time the dark didn’t have control⁣neither [...]

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[505] Running Out of Time

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[505] Running Out of Time

The time collector is here⁣to judge your internal lives⁣and your meditations about ⁣love and its mysteries to keep⁣the jaded modern spirit alive⁣⁣The mountains echo with⁣your regrets, your face⁣melts as a volcanic spillage⁣You want to fall out of time⁣but the time collector is here⁣⁣Fragmented self and a life⁣full of paradigm shifts ⁣The internal image of you⁣is [...]

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[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?

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[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?

my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣broken, without you here⁣⁣⁣Idealess, I lay in wake⁣⁣⁣my shadows, they fade away⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣can I live, for another day⁣⁣⁣rekindle my passion, over pretension⁣⁣⁣symbolic dreaming, over monochrome living⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse now sits with me⁣⁣⁣an ocean of words floats upstream⁣⁣⁣I have no use of anxiety when⁣⁣⁣my muse, she sits with me —- Art by [...]

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[502] The End of A Recurring End

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[502] The End of A Recurring End

The world of me ⁣⁣is still being born⁣⁣Stillborn ideas ⁣⁣and a guilty bond⁣⁣My tragedy is visible ⁣⁣only to those who⁣⁣come alive in the⁣⁣the absence⁣⁣of chaos ⁣⁣while its cunning children⁣⁣wreck havoc in me with ⁣⁣a smile⁣⁣⁣⁣I never live an ideal day⁣⁣yet its hope kills me every day⁣⁣I always wind up waiting for her⁣⁣even if her wings [...]

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[501] Fade In

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[501] Fade In

Time will go on ⁣I will slip through its cracks⁣Have premonitions to disobey⁣An eternity to disarray⁣A calling to naturally delay⁣⁣I will lie under the stars⁣You will move on⁣agape at my lack of mobility⁣aghast at my mood so bittersweet⁣A constant abeyance to reality⁣⁣We will disintegrate⁣Dismayed at our decay⁣Our immortalisation in words⁣are meant to fade away⁣We are [...]

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[500] Becoming A Mirage

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[500] Becoming A Mirage

My body carries your words still⁣⁣⁣under the burial of daily living⁣⁣⁣Sensory overload to forget that⁣⁣⁣you still hold the power to⁣⁣⁣cause ripples in my still water mind⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Do you remember that day ⁣⁣⁣when the sun failed to settle down⁣⁣⁣so as to not take away your light⁣⁣⁣and then we slipped into a shared dream⁣⁣⁣that unravelled into a nightmare [...]

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[499] In The Matrix

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[499] In The Matrix

You recognise in others⁣⁣what you cannot seem to⁣⁣recognise in yourself⁣⁣To forget their stories⁣⁣so you can live in ⁣⁣your eternal present⁣⁣where the world is ⁣⁣a status quo of ⁣⁣facing your reality⁣⁣and failing each day⁣⁣⁣⁣(𝘪 𝘵 𝘳 𝘺⁣⁣𝘢𝘯𝘥 ⁣⁣𝘪 𝘧 𝘢 𝘪 𝘭 )⁣⁣⁣⁣A modern tragedy⁣⁣of dopamine numbness⁣⁣of stimuli so morbid⁣⁣I start my sentences with⁣⁣‘The machine and [...]

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[498] Hide From The World

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[498] Hide From The World

Let me inside⁣⁣⁣into your raging ⁣⁣⁣purple dreams⁣⁣⁣Mirrorless reveries⁣⁣⁣of your discreet little side you hide⁣⁣⁣Walk me in when it is⁣⁣⁣about a rose petal about to fall ⁣⁣⁣about a moon crescent ⁣⁣caught⁣in a slipstream of clouds⁣⁣⁣so you catch your breath ⁣⁣⁣inside your waning soul⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣You realise that the world⁣⁣⁣realises you⁣⁣⁣but the mist hides⁣⁣⁣the city you’re from and ⁣⁣⁣from [...]

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[497] Images of the Mind

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[497] Images of the Mind

My internal images have⁣⁣become black holes and⁣⁣fractal shapes of the dark⁣⁣Bare thoughts of bare bones⁣⁣blocks all the weary souls⁣⁣But dawn comes to lift me up⁣⁣And the light finally sets me free in sleep⁣⁣⁣⁣The dreary Sundays and evening haze⁣⁣a broken path and internal rage⁣⁣Fading sense of self, state of flow⁣⁣Words that sow, images of an ideal [...]