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[505] Running Out of Time

by Rahul Gaur3 Comments on [505] Running Out of Time
[505] Running Out of Time

The time collector is here⁣to judge your internal lives⁣and your meditations about ⁣love and its mysteries to keep⁣the jaded modern spirit alive⁣⁣The mountains echo with⁣your regrets, your face⁣melts as a volcanic spillage⁣You want to fall out of time⁣but the time collector is here⁣⁣Fragmented self and a life⁣full of paradigm shifts ⁣The internal image of you⁣is [...]

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[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?

by Rahul Gaur2 Comments on [504] Where Art Thou, Muse?
[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?

my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣broken, without you here⁣⁣⁣Idealess, I lay in wake⁣⁣⁣my shadows, they fade away⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣can I live, for another day⁣⁣⁣rekindle my passion, over pretension⁣⁣⁣symbolic dreaming, over monochrome living⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse now sits with me⁣⁣⁣an ocean of words floats upstream⁣⁣⁣I have no use of anxiety when⁣⁣⁣my muse, she sits with me —- Art by [...]

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[502] The End of A Recurring End

by Rahul Gaur9 Comments on [502] The End of A Recurring End
[502] The End of A Recurring End

The world of me ⁣⁣is still being born⁣⁣Stillborn ideas ⁣⁣and a guilty bond⁣⁣My tragedy is visible ⁣⁣only to those who⁣⁣come alive in the⁣⁣the absence⁣⁣of chaos ⁣⁣while its cunning children⁣⁣wreck havoc in me with ⁣⁣a smile⁣⁣⁣⁣I never live an ideal day⁣⁣yet its hope kills me every day⁣⁣I always wind up waiting for her⁣⁣even if her wings [...]

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[501] Fade In

by Rahul Gaur8 Comments on [501] Fade In
[501] Fade In

Time will go on ⁣I will slip through its cracks⁣Have premonitions to disobey⁣An eternity to disarray⁣A calling to naturally delay⁣⁣I will lie under the stars⁣You will move on⁣agape at my lack of mobility⁣aghast at my mood so bittersweet⁣A constant abeyance to reality⁣⁣We will disintegrate⁣Dismayed at our decay⁣Our immortalisation in words⁣are meant to fade away⁣We are [...]

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[500] Becoming A Mirage

by Rahul Gaur13 Comments on [500] Becoming A Mirage
[500] Becoming A Mirage

My body carries your words still⁣⁣⁣under the burial of daily living⁣⁣⁣Sensory overload to forget that⁣⁣⁣you still hold the power to⁣⁣⁣cause ripples in my still water mind⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Do you remember that day ⁣⁣⁣when the sun failed to settle down⁣⁣⁣so as to not take away your light⁣⁣⁣and then we slipped into a shared dream⁣⁣⁣that unravelled into a nightmare [...]

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[499] In The Matrix

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[499] In The Matrix

You recognise in others⁣⁣what you cannot seem to⁣⁣recognise in yourself⁣⁣To forget their stories⁣⁣so you can live in ⁣⁣your eternal present⁣⁣where the world is ⁣⁣a status quo of ⁣⁣facing your reality⁣⁣and failing each day⁣⁣⁣⁣(𝘪 𝘵 𝘳 𝘺⁣⁣𝘢𝘯𝘥 ⁣⁣𝘪 𝘧 𝘢 𝘪 𝘭 )⁣⁣⁣⁣A modern tragedy⁣⁣of dopamine numbness⁣⁣of stimuli so morbid⁣⁣I start my sentences with⁣⁣‘The machine and [...]

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[498] Hide From The World

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[498] Hide From The World

Let me inside⁣⁣⁣into your raging ⁣⁣⁣purple dreams⁣⁣⁣Mirrorless reveries⁣⁣⁣of your discreet little side you hide⁣⁣⁣Walk me in when it is⁣⁣⁣about a rose petal about to fall ⁣⁣⁣about a moon crescent ⁣⁣caught⁣in a slipstream of clouds⁣⁣⁣so you catch your breath ⁣⁣⁣inside your waning soul⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣You realise that the world⁣⁣⁣realises you⁣⁣⁣but the mist hides⁣⁣⁣the city you’re from and ⁣⁣⁣from [...]

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[497] Images of the Mind

by Rahul Gaur2 Comments on [497] Images of the Mind
[497] Images of the Mind

My internal images have⁣⁣become black holes and⁣⁣fractal shapes of the dark⁣⁣Bare thoughts of bare bones⁣⁣blocks all the weary souls⁣⁣But dawn comes to lift me up⁣⁣And the light finally sets me free in sleep⁣⁣⁣⁣The dreary Sundays and evening haze⁣⁣a broken path and internal rage⁣⁣Fading sense of self, state of flow⁣⁣Words that sow, images of an ideal [...]

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[496] The Knowing

by Rahul Gaur4 Comments on [496] The Knowing
[496] The Knowing

The need to be understood drives all of us in our conversations. In all our little body movements and all that we signal on social media. We project our fond illusions in order to miraculously escape a direct confrontation with our truth. We seek to experience without experiencing and try to imbibe someone else’s articulation [...]