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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⁣⁣⁣
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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 of⁣⁣⁣
all the angst we buried underneath our love⁣⁣⁣
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My mind carries the cause of your tears⁣⁣⁣
The decade of your doom ⁣⁣⁣
that you brushed aside to forget⁣⁣⁣
that the dust settles down from the air⁣⁣⁣
until the gust of wind arrives⁣⁣⁣
to tip you off balance from the summit of ⁣⁣⁣
your fickle foundation of a dune⁣⁣⁣
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And I see you now⁣⁣⁣
walking away into a mirage⁣⁣⁣
but you never go out of sight⁣⁣⁣
so you never go out of mind⁣⁣⁣
As I sit here collecting sand ⁣⁣⁣
and filling up a reflection of your wreckage⁣⁣⁣
so I can be tipped off balance as well⁣⁣⁣
so I can walk into a mirage as well⁣⁣⁣
with you but without you

Art by Cyrus James Khan

Rahul Gaur

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13 responses to “[500] Becoming A Mirage”

  1. WOW! Rahul, this is amazing on so many levels. That final stanza is just perfection. Reading your words is always a comfort, you reflect my deepest thoughts in such a magical way ✨🖤💫🤗

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  2. I’m trying to pick a favourite line or a favourite stanza but every single word, imagery and the visual you paint is just pure blissful magic. Masterpiece work, as ever! 👌

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