September 2017 - Smoke words every day.

[81] Tenderly She Watches Me Burn

September 27, 2017September 27, 2017by Rahul Gaur3 Comments

so tenderly i burn you watch me on the television a spectacle for you detached because the fire can't harm you but i showed you this trick before when you were busy getting mesmerised by others later you realised what it meant when it was too late to collect the ashes you wish i were [...]

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[80] Vagabond Words

September 24, 2017by Rahul Gaur1 Comment

The vagabond words reach me They will reach you soon till there is a story for me to tell I won't let them desert me but they will reach you soon, I think Till my head can make sense of my fingers tapping Till I cease like the sun and the fallen night forgives its [...]

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[79] Aimless Revolution of a Heartbreak

September 23, 2017September 23, 2017by Rahul Gaur2 Comments

surviving through bare necessities through your hum, through your wrath through your whistling breaths, through your ignorance overthinking. it takes a little time to realise that what i think is small like the letters i wrote to you that lie crumpled in a dustbin full of used items the resistance talks about the possibility of [...]

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[78] Defeat.

September 20, 2017by Rahul Gaur3 Comments

Loneliness isn't limited to being alone. It transcends to a form where even though you are surrounded by everyone you want to be surrounded by, you still feel utterly alone. Loneliness is not the physical manifestations of people but the mental manifestation of us in their minds. If we are not in their minds when [...]

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[77] Living In Extremes.

September 19, 2017by Rahul Gaur1 Comment

I live in the extremes of life. Even though it can be said that the closer we are to the extremes, the further we are from life. In a sense, extremes are a veiled longing for death. Extremes for an artist is to persevere and finish the project she/he's been working at for months. But [...]

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[76] The Wrong Decision.

September 18, 2017September 18, 2017by Rahul Gaur4 Comments

Heavy eyelids betray control of emotions unaccounted for. I say words that mean nothing because I speak and not write. Sounds vibrate my eardrums when she whispers loudly the three words I longed for. The longing is no longer there, though The words cut me like anxiety in disguise A modern world apocalypse it seems like to [...]

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[75] A Summary Of A Poetic Life.

September 12, 2017January 4, 2019by Rahul Gaur7 Comments

Sometimes you forget that reality breathes. You ask yourself if this spectacle in front of you is a painting or a dream? The scenery is beyond an impressionistic work of art. Like an echo of a time that you can almost touch, the reality fades into a daydream where sounds cease to exist and imagination [...]

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[74] Rambling About A Change.

September 8, 2017by Rahul Gaur5 Comments

The urge to write has never been there in me. I looked at writing regularly as something that every writer has to do to reach a level where they are fooled into believing that what they write is decent. Today, I feel an urge to write. It's quite a new experience given my love-hate relationship [...]

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[73] Head Full of Rain

September 4, 2017September 4, 2017by Rahul Gaur8 Comments

Let me be around your loneliness to do away with a bit of mine The rules of happiness I seem to break Can you tell me the way to despair? Being with you earns me nothing but illusion A mighty empire on a fickle ground Of which you're the empress, the queen, the shining light [...]

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[72] The Woman You Knew

September 3, 2017September 3, 2017by Rahul Gaur1 Comment

Her existence demands a myth that writes itself. Her gaze, an invention of beauty in the eyes of who can view A haze that shies away when she arrives I lie to myself an unfamiliar dream But she's not a dream but its shadow An eerie mirage of blues mixed with wines I can't pronounce She [...]