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[242] The Generation of Change
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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…
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[241] Welcome To The Machine
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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…
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[240] The Man Who Was Always Right
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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…
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[239] A New Path
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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…
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[238] The Napkin Cafe
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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…
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[237] Fever Dream
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Realities stack on top of each other warning me of my feeble head Fed by the system of mistakes I try to hold on to another identity to hold me together for a while again Imagine leaves stuck in stillness somewhere between green and the wilt of a brown so much so that the moment…
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[236] Tragedy of a Digital Life (NaPoWriMo 4/30)
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Digital sun is burning us away It’s holding our best selves in prison lost heartfelt letters, of all our memories images get distracted in this age of information December helps us from drowning from all our fears away from the digital sun Catching the graveyard of stars on top of a frozen lake until it’s…
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[235] How To Live Life
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I am in a Ferris wheel of fire that winds up all my past mistakes I watch time go back to when I was 18 barely meeting eyes Another spin that hides all my timid glories to when I was 15 amidst curious eyes I fight it out with the erosion of my slipping mind I…
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[234] Resting My Case
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Sounds of madness Crawl away inside my veins I try to put it out like it’s fire It reignites back in sparks of the bloom of my underlying despair Words that caressed me to sleep now jolt me out of it They grip me by my shirt and pull me into the dark again where…
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[233] The Path That Leads Nowhere
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corruption of memory erosion of attention erasing of tedium the distance increases enlightenment is fleeting the trail is leading to a bloodbath of people that tried it before me the echoes of their cries just die out before me I live a lived life that’s set out for me follow the path listen to my…
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