Tag: art

• [115] My 5 Most Popular Blog Posts for 2017

  

  I started this blog as an experiment to become a serious writer after all. Writing has been therapeutic, cathartic and productive in helping me come close to my imperfect perfect version that I seek to achieve. My goal was to write 100 posts in a year and I completed it with 14 more, so you can…

  Rahul Gaur

  January 2, 2018

  Reflections

  art, blog, blogging, design, Fiction, life, listicle, love, poetry, story, thoughts, work, Write-ups

• [108] The Nostalgia Man

  

  He always spoke and moved in the past tense as if living life backwards All he wanted was a time-machine forgetting that the past would become the present and the present is not sweet like nostalgia but bitter than before it’s a realisation that your problems exist and that the gone will remain gone now He…

  Rahul Gaur

  December 15, 2017

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  art, blog, blogging, dark, life, love, poetry, poets, sad, story, thoughts

• [107] Persona Of A Writer

  

  All of our thoughts, ideas, ideologies and viewpoints are not real or at least, not our own. All of these are things that sound admirable/respectable. These are things that we steal from films, books and other personalities to form our own. Just because we think we understand these ideas and have no logical argument against…

  Rahul Gaur

  December 14, 2017

  writing

  art, blog, blogging, books, design, life, literature, love, poetry, sad, story, thoughts

• [94] Your Slow Decay

  

  You fill me up with starbursts of your disquiet as what you are, lives around the dark it has a history of you trying to search for a comfort of a home, aimlessly It survives behind the shadows of all the misunderstood ones It lingers at the border of my understanding only to gently betray…

  Rahul Gaur

  November 5, 2017

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  art, blog, blogging, death, life, love, Opinion, poem, poetry, sad, thoughts

• [70] A Guide For Forgetting Happiness.

  

  To let monotony tire my heart I wake up. Instead, my existence is tired. A search for meaning compels me to pick up worry, confusion, frustration on the way. At last, the meaning arrives in the form of a lie My grey drizzly day ends with the quiet of my mind It’s funny how sleeping…

  Rahul Gaur

  September 1, 2017

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  art, blog, blogging, death, dream, life, love, poem, Poems, poetry, poets, thoughts, Travel