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I found companionship in the silence

Which was never forced between us.

You are you. I am I.

We might agree. Or we might fight.

But there was something in that silence

Which spoke volumes beyond

Anything that could be expressed.

-S.G

Excerpts from a piece of original poetry| From Me To You

Dec 2018

Maybe I was meant to be a tree

Just rooted somewhere.

Swaying in the wind

As if lost in a thought.

And just seemingly whispering

Those words in the wind

Only a few choose to hear.

-S.G

Excerpts from a piece of original poetry

The engine whirred loudly

As I sat on the edge of the vehicle

Barely hanging

Gripping the chains

My Hair whipping in the wind

While they sang loudly

In the back of the cart

Songs which I had heard

Long long ago

And me with a smile on my face

Just content in that time

At least for the moment

Contemplating about these memories

That the wind would carry

To faraway lands in a different time

15.1.19

-S.G

Excerpts from a set of short poems

Original please don’t copy or repost without permission

On the day I die

I hope this letter will reach you

And I can finally say

What I’ve always wanted to.

On the day I die

It’ll be waiting on the doorstep

To greet you early in the morning.

A collection of my final words.

When I started writing this

I thought it would be a set of questions

That I never had the guts to ask.

Ones I had let pass.

I thought I’d ask “how are you?”

“Did you miss me ?”

“Do you remember who I am

Do you remember those memories?”

I thought I’d ask about old accusations

“How could you leave me then?”

“Why did you choose something over me?”

“Yet you didn’t say no clearly”

But looking at it now

The smell of drying ink that surrounds me

Tells me the reality of what

I always wanted to say

It wasn’t anything special

So now I wonder why I never said it

I wonder why I feared

What would happen if you read it

But on the day I die

And the letter finally reaches true

I wish you’d smile as you read

The softly scribbled I love you

2-3-19

S.G

A piece of original poetry | On The Day I Die

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I am afraid of dying.

It is normal, it is an inbuilt reaction

In all that lives

But I, I don’t fear death.

I am not speaking in jest alone

Trust me I know

For a part of me always longs for it

Cries in agony of not having been a part

In one of life’s greatest mysteries

In nature’s mayhem

Writhing in pain,

Wondering when it will end

But my life, like that of others, is not my own.

-S.G

Excerpts from a pierce of original poetry |2/19

Sometimes I felt anxious that maybe I should write down how I feel, that I’ll forget important moments I cherish in the rush of life, but I could feel safe as you were with me, to remind me of the important things if I were to lose them.

But now I know. You painted my stories as you would and showed me the world in colours you liked, not the ones I did. That I was the practice canvas for your art.

-S.G

Random snippets of thought | Original writing

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My dearest,

You asked me

Why did I called myself ugly that day.

And I who live with burdens in my heart

Can but only look at you

As my rot eats me away.

-S.G

-excerpts from a piece of original poetry | The Answer To Your Question

This is a piece of the poem...should I post the entire poetry? What do you think? Let me know if u want to read further and if u liked it please I’d love a little push towards more self confidence omg

I know I can never fit in this bubble

There liquids, these spaces

They would never overlap

In A way I too can walk this path

Why did I choose what I did?

What was I thinking, I wonder.

I too am a liar

Who talks about having no regrets

When her life itself is a big one

-S.G

Excerpts from original poetry

She handed me the thick rimmed book, with the golden title happiness shining in the light. With a grin she pressed it closer to me, then proceeded to point towards the golden lettering in red background, the biggest of smiles on the face.

I bent forward and pet her hair softly; if only happiness could reach me in the a simple way, I thought, as she looked at me like a lost dog and tried to wipe away my tears.

-SG

Excerpts from an original short story

We all have a seed

Hidden inside

It’s all about planting it

Give it some water

And some light

And you can take your time watching it

It will grow tall

It will grow wide

And just when you think you can’t decide;

We all have a secret

Hidden inside

-S.G

Excerpts from half written poetry

You don’t want people to leave, especially if you feel you haven’t been given enough time with them. But they do leave, and their presence ages sweetly, like fine wine. But just how sweet can a frail acquaintance get, until it’s sweet enough to be poison?

-S.G

Excerpts from a story I’m working on

I found new things

New gestures which I adore now.

How sometimes when we look at one another

And We see silhouettes of past memories

Yet still I see you. And you see me.

And therein lies everything.

-S.G

Excerpts from original poetry | From Me To You

I watch you wander

Roam around in mirth and joy

Unbidden with fear or anxiety

Confident in your being

From my dark corner in the shade

I, I haven’t ever been able to fly

My clipped wings and broken smiles

Ought to tell you my story

Had I not stuck them together

Like a barely mended doll.

-S.G

Excerpts from a piece of original poetry| I Watch You Leave

So what can I say right now?

I’m still standing in the grey

Smack right in the middle of no mans land

Wondering if a bullet would pierce my heart

-S.G

Excerpts from original poetry| No Mans Land

Please don’t fall in love with dreamers if you’d rather they be dreamers no more

-S.G

Excerpts from a piece I’m working on rn!

You shake me by the shoulders, hoist me up, and carry me back home. You complain in your soft voice, the tiniest hint of a laugh behind your words, as you tell me you won’t do this again knowing fully well you will. I grin as I murmur my apologies, as I place a soft kiss on your cheeks. I am drunk and you are beautiful. Tomorrow I’ll be sober, you’ll still be beautiful.

-S.G

Excerpts from the thing I’m working on rn

“The older you become the harder it is to classify things and feelings even though you live in a system built on classification.” She mumbled in quiet indignation, as her granddaughter sat beside her holding the bag of yarn, her own mind elsewhere.

-S.G

Excerpts from a piece I’m working on rn

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Sometimes I worry that’ll I’ll forget your face. I have no photographs nor paintings which I didn’t dare to paint. If I but close my eyes, your face is a blurred image.

But though not your features, my heart remembers how you made me feel. So I’ll know. I’ll always know when I see you again.

-S.G

Excerpts from a letter I never sent

Some day I will die

By my own hands

In my own pain

With screams surrounding

That only I can hear

As you stand by my side

For whatever reasons

You will tell me

Things they all have told me before

You’ll whisper sweet nothings

Words laced with hope

Like a knife laced with poison

Disguised as nectar

For all true purposes

You sweet words are really nothing

They are nothing new, are nothing different

Than when a lie repeated claims to be true

I know you tried

I’m not blaming you

But one day I’ll die

And you’ll be watching too

Because you can defeat foes

Who fight from yonder

But inner demons

Will pull you under.

-S.G

An original poem| Inner Demons

Silence between us is only comfortable when I know you too are trying to listen for the unspoken words in the wind.

-S.G

Excerpts from a piece I’m working on