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![[236] Tragedy of a Digital Life (NaPoWriMo 4/30)](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/trapped-e1518846728467.jpg?w=370)
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 [...]
![[139] The Last Word](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/04/the-embrace-at-pawna-lake-e1524649465429.jpg?w=720)
It was one of those conversations where the word "love" was mentioned 31 times where it felt for the first time that with all this distance between us space can feel suffocating too It was one of those conversations where the word "bye" was mentioned 55 times and yet we talked regardless letting every sound [...]
![[137] An Ode to Stupidity](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/04/137.jpg?w=690)
The weight of my intelligence weighs on my stupidity and I carry it like an exercise in style but waiting for you to tell me that sometimes intelligence is negligent and some rawness of our mind is elegant where nothing comes out of a filtered brain and all you care is to get that weight [...]
![[135] #NaPoWriMo [1/30] {Book of Shame}](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/04/napowrimo.png?w=150){kind=small}
Buying words only not to read because the will to write them sometimes surpasses the stream of thought needed to hold a book and just be Even though I don't read enough I still buy them to keep them in my cupboard like the secrets I horde that I'm guilty of having like the secret [...]
![[40] #NaPoWriMo [12/30] { Madness Bewitches Me }](https://rahulgaurblog.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/wp-1491139709789.png?w=397)
The consumption of her crumbling madness amuses me, till the sighting of a shooting star calms my roaring laughter. She shifts. My world revolves on an axis that does not coincide with her atlas or her madness made of moulds of myopia She speaks in three, a plan to include thee Repentance mixed with madness or despondency A [...]
...in between her gaze and her stare I fell in love Just inside her lovely mind I fell in love A galaxy in her mind that expands, though To my every mistake she fumes, though Her frightened face became her freckled face Her freckled face became her frightened face To distinguish between her gaze and [...]
The prompt for today was to write a nine-line poem. I choose to write on the conflicting battle to be in dreams and to face reality. ------ His majesty in a slumber of dreams All he does here is swing like a child only to fall into an earthquake of defeat Reality it seems is [...]
