JUNE 6, 2021 BY RAHUL GAUR
Neither here
nor here
I find myself in the
middle of my somewhere or
to the left of your nowhere
I colour the continuums
of all of our paradoxical extremes
and sink into complexity
failing to understand
the many versions of me
Time rusts and comes to a crawl
when we age with the dust of our land
Kind souls offer wisdom in the form of advice
they would rather hear themselves
Failures in our life hurt less
than the failures we end up
imagining in our head
We’re all living in between
waking and dreaming
in margins or under a spotlight
in a sprint or a marathon
all to traverse the distance
between being limited to
become limitless
