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Just why do you think we are standing here right now?
You and me
Standing amidst the silence
Which is screaming loud in our ears now
About things we are finally forced to feel.
-S.G
Excerpts from original poetry| untitled as yet
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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
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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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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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