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![[42] Water Kills You](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/water-story.jpg?w=720)
The story is inspired by the Writing Prompt - "100% of people who drink water will die" sounds like a dumb statistic, but you are 900 years old and very thirsty. Enjoy! --------- "Dude you've got to meet this guy. He looks so... different but speaks so wise. Have you seen "The Man from Earth" where [...]
![[41] #NaPoWriMo [15/30] { Oh My God They Did It! }](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/wp-1491139709789.png?w=397)
A senseless grapevine curls down our neck in between whispers we stand, a hundred of them faceless, they surround with twisted versions of a misheard story a misheard name a conniving mind a shadow of a dame I stand with her, clueless, we are They build memories that we are not aware of We meet for [...]
The consumption of her crumbling madness amuses me, till the sighting of a shooting star calms my roaring laughter. She shifts. My world revolves on an axis that does not coincide with her atlas or her madness made of moulds of myopia She speaks in three, a plan to include thee Repentance mixed with madness or despondency A [...]
...in between her gaze and her stare I fell in love Just inside her lovely mind I fell in love A galaxy in her mind that expands, though To my every mistake she fumes, though Her frightened face became her freckled face Her freckled face became her frightened face To distinguish between her gaze and [...]
The prompt for today was to write a nine-line poem. I choose to write on the conflicting battle to be in dreams and to face reality. ------ His majesty in a slumber of dreams All he does here is swing like a child only to fall into an earthquake of defeat Reality it seems is [...]
She pinned me down like post-its on her wall A reminder of a task so important after all But to see what's in front of you is a constant struggle So I stay invisible, almost like the nose between her eyes Her eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes They speak of a time when suns collide [...]
A list of imagination, impossibilities, reverence I had made Until dust had consumed it under my bed turning my conscience a far gone mirage Until my tired eyes tried to make sense of it still My weighty eyes drag on them, my spines they chill A list that screamed positivity, I chanced upon The first; achieve [...]
