Author: Rahul Gaur

I write to impress you. I write so you learn a thing or two about yourself. All that I am, exists in between these sentences. So join me for an introspective trip to the insanity of truth.
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[495] Life Is Not The Same

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[495] Life Is Not The Same

I live a fictional life of self-examination⁣and an attempt to personify wind in my steps⁣Futile ends of euphoria and its eternal chase⁣To forget the ends but remember the epiphanies⁣A glimpse of the flight about to end⁣I remember to be unafraid of the fall this time⁣and focus on the journey from ⁣where I was to where [...]

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[494] The Middle of Extremes

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[494] The Middle of Extremes

Perhaps you will find me when I am lost⁣⁣⁣Perhaps you will lose yourself in the process⁣⁣⁣Maybe the quiet will deafen your senses⁣⁣⁣Maybe the rhymes will give you the peace you require⁣⁣⁣This exile of feeling feelings has gone on for too long⁣⁣⁣You live, perhaps, in all the maybe’s of your head⁣⁣⁣The vague anxiety halts time in [...]

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[493] Rebooting My System

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[493] Rebooting My System

Blank slate morningMeditating upon silenceIt all begins hereThe birth of chaos or blissHe who asks for controlonly realises the truthwhen it’s all going downhillShe who becomes shapeless inher perception can only conquerthe hold of feelings on herwhen she conquers knowing herselfIt all ends here —- Art by Moebius

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[492] Yesterday In Search For Tomorrow

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[492] Yesterday In Search For Tomorrow

My words exist for another time⁣They’re born with accumulated dust⁣They die with my first cry⁣They are trapped in reflection ⁣of all that I cannot create⁣It is adorned with jewels⁣of all that I cannot hear⁣⁣Skies become dim⁣Lands part in wait⁣Kings recognise their sacrifices⁣Queens fly in their dreams⁣The past I was never a part of⁣feels more real [...]

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[491] Never Look Away

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[491] Never Look Away

Tuned in to find beauty⁣⁣in all the discarded lines⁣⁣in all the perceived ugliness⁣⁣All because she taught me that⁣⁣‘Everything that is true is beautiful’⁣⁣⁣⁣Manic fluency finds its expression⁣⁣in the apparent rigidity of my words⁣⁣Free-flowing exuberance gets lost⁣⁣in the carefully chosen words⁣⁣The movement of her unapologetic self⁣⁣demonstrates all I seem to lack ⁣⁣⁣⁣’Never look away’ she said⁣⁣and [...]

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[490] A Talk with The Unconscious

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[490] A Talk with The Unconscious

Voices in my head⁣work behind the scenes⁣Connectional severity⁣A life stretched on synapses⁣I think to just forget⁣a vial of ecstasy⁣Alive only in dreams⁣As my light keeps flickering⁣⁣Follow all the fire⁣to the scene of the crime⁣Sequences on a movie screen⁣plays behind the sheath⁣The origin always evades⁣The end is always seductive⁣A fall hides in the blinking⁣The foreshadowing is [...]

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[489] Ship of Theseus

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[489] Ship of Theseus

Stay here ⁣Don’t go back ⁣to there again⁣The rapture in the mind ⁣is real as real can be ⁣The mind expands ⁣when it lets go of now⁣and flows with the feeling⁣Of flow itself⁣⁣Let yourself forget the self⁣Connect to every epiphany you forget⁣Don’t bring it back to the world of time⁣Bring eternity into the moment of [...]

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[488] A Treatise of Truth

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[488] A Treatise of Truth

Are you as lost as I am?⁣You say you found a way⁣We both know of its impurityTell me the truth of your wayward ways⁣A memento of which you keep in the ⁣deep of the darkest night⁣All the signs point to confusion⁣sentences without punctuations⁣paintings without signaturesEverything is a circle ⁣to return to the end ⁣of understanding, [...]

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[487] Lessons Learned

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[487] Lessons Learned

All that remains ⁣⁣is a folk tale misremembered⁣⁣the dust accumulated ⁣⁣amidst the ruins of all that became⁣⁣All that survives ⁣⁣is a feeling gone by ⁣⁣in the form of a song⁣⁣of lyrical lies⁣⁣⁣⁣A knife isn’t as sharp ⁣⁣as the silence tonight⁣⁣A fly on the wall ⁣⁣is disturbed at its might⁣⁣The bird's eye view ⁣⁣is a reminder [...]