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In every waking moment, I seek the wretched past Sleeping and dreaming seem to be a blur I want an escape from the chaos of my mind But let me tell you a rhyme nonetheless The shadows of the incoming evening cool the forest Like lights glinting through the trees in Ranthambore Hunters with their rifles and bruises Have the tiger in their sights, I am silenced with the muzzle Like the blind, we tracked our way I am free knowing this day We followed the jackals and nilgai, out we went I am veering at every shot, alive, as the raven quiver Now my lips are shaking and trembling My heart rushes with its warmth slowly ebbing away It pumps dreams into my bloodstream, raising itself Until I am shattered, scrounging for the illusory past I am filled with regret, maybe I am unable to express If you read this through and through You know the power of hunger and desperation Let's just say I played the cards just like you I am grateful that I took it easy on myself Life and sleep seem to be a blur In a land where the people are blind I am glad I can see now, where I went wrong My mind has closed in itself I know I will miss my Ranthambore My childhood will miss the search I will miss it all but I am glad I lived through it all
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Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 3:25 PM UTC
Ranthambore
In every waking moment, I seek the wretched past Sleeping and dreaming seem to be a blur I want an escape from the chaos of my mind But let me tell you a rhyme nonetheless The shadows of the incoming evening cool the forest Like lights glinting through the trees in Ranthambore Hunters with their rifles and bruises Have the tiger in their sights, I am silenced with the muzzle Like the blind, we tracked our way I am free knowing this day We followed the jackals and nilgai, out we went I am veering at every shot, alive, as the raven quiver Now my lips are shaking and trembling My heart rushes with its warmth slowly ebbing away It pumps dreams into my bloodstream, raising itself Until I am shattered, scrounging for the illusory past I am filled with regret, maybe I am unable to express If you read this through and through You know the power of hunger and desperation Let's just say I played the cards just like you I am grateful that I took it easy on myself Life and sleep seem to be a blur In a land where the people are blind I am glad I can see now, where I went wrong My mind has closed in itself I know I will miss my Ranthambore My childhood will miss the search I will miss it all but I am glad I lived through it all
aditya-roy
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28/M/New Delhi, India
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 3:25 PM UTC
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