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![[244] Begin Again](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/img_4369.jpg?w=720)
The fear starts with me turning into a manifestation of grief It grows into the zeitgeist of the decade electing puppets that know how to let it serve them The panic starts with me turning into a pilgrim of atheists who journey towards confusion which becomes a weapon for the headstrong mob The trust starts [...]
![[243] Control](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2017/11/img_1454-e1510032036963.jpg?w=720)
I'm a believer in anything but me In need for some time out of my mind Seeing sullen shadows even when it's dark How much can I fight for so long with so little time left by my side? Denigration or adulation My self-worth is pulled to both extremes The audience claps away the little [...]
![[242] The Generation of Change](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/07/174-e1532975976191.jpg?w=720)
We are a blank slate generation with electric appetite for honesty Self conscious insecurity Extroverted brutality We come with no baggage of history only a disconnect with reality Imagination is stretched afar We wish we were born in a different age To breathe life into our sweet nothings We wish you were born in a [...]
![[241] Welcome To The Machine](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/186.jpg?w=720)
Grab on to something so you don't disappear This is the ride of the lifetime are you living with your fears? We make up our minds too many times only to live through the night and wake up in a different time Block all your thoughts forget the revolution forget mankind and living for the [...]
![[240] The Man Who Was Always Right](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2019/01/img_1725.jpg?w=720)
There was a man who was always right He closed his eyes to see the world in its entirety He breathed in darkness so reality could never disturb him And it never did. There was an open field in front of him but he sat on his spot unfazed His zen head cut through the [...]
![[239] A New Path](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2019/04/img_3611.jpg?w=720)
I sit on my desk and interrogate life I demand answers for questions not asked I expect the truth but I don't know its form Blinded by my own self I cry without feeling I scream without weeping and I die without living By standing on the shoulders of all the giants before me my [...]
![[238] The Napkin Cafe](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/03/132.jpg?w=720)
Mumbai is a city where you see people drifting in and out of their own lives. Some days they feel the urge to live and some days they stay quiet and let the city consume them. On the days of living people go out in blind hope of chancing upon their destiny. They feel the [...]
