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GR Ganu R Jul 10
Once upon a time,

My heart yearned for a pair of eyes, those that never once met mine.

They were delicate, enhancing a fragile glass, ready to shatter at any moment.

But I didn't want to prevent such a beautiful moment.

On the contrary,

I simply wanted to watch it happen.

Because there were colorful butterflies flying carelessly above it,

Perfectly reflecting on my glass.

I knew it was something only I can see.

It wasn't love, perhaps curiosity.

I simply wanted to watch over it,

Just for a little longer.

And I still linger.

Curious, and the same question,

"What is it thinking at the moment?"

"Has it shattered?"

Or rather,

"Has it healed?"

Over and over again.

I didn't expect,

An aching heart.

Is it because that very aching heart,

Belongs to me?
GR Ganu R Jul 8
I step into a room full of darkness and shadow.

Ironically, I once feared this darkness.

But it seems as though I have stepped ahead of the clock.

That is,

The darkness has consumed me whole.

Or rather,

The light has ignited the dark.

But it only became possible once I removed that barrier...

The shutters.

"And then that very moon in the sky, became my light"

Once upon a time,

I dreamed of consuming the darkness instead.

If that had happened,

Who would chose me?

The light or the darkness?
GR Ganu R Jun 21
I shed tears,
For those who had experienced that very pain.

The same pain I fear to face,


Death.


But it pains me more,
To be the only one to remember,


The Forgotten.


All my life,
I've seen death play it's game.

Those who...

seek it,

fear it,

face it.

But despite this,
I still feel sorrowful,
For all the pitiful souls,
Whom leave this vast world behind.

Despite their unknown...

names,

faces,

souls,


I Feel,



Sorrowful.


Is this what we call,
Mourning?
GR Ganu R May 30
Once upon a reunion.

A moment but forever, a happy memory.

An understanding of 'farewell', several tears of sorrow.

A pure, yet deeply shattered heart.

Longings of love, shadows of despair.

A goodbye to the 'golden hour' sky, something once music to my ears.

But now it acts like a border separating two worlds.

I question myself with crystals rolling down my delicate, fragile self.

Why do I still smile?

In the end, I'll always be grateful.

But when will my prayers be heard?
GR Ganu R May 8
Cursed, yet blessed.

Bright in disguise, dark in reality.

Because she pretends. Because she indulges in her delusions. Because she is hidden. Because a mask can cover scars. Because she repents on her  sins. Because she isn't scared. But that would mean she had left this world behind long ago.

Actually, it was all just an illusion.

Because in the darkness, she tries to come back.

Her broken tears beautifully shine in the dark, immediately crystallizing as they caress her cheeks. Her purple, shattered yet gentle soul, it is irreplaceable.

She is I, I am her.

Blessed, yet cursed.
GR Ganu R Mar 29
"In another life," I say as I think beyond the stars.

The universe interrupts me, "In this lifetime.", correcting me.

I wonder beyond space and time, seeking an answer, a truth, a meaning.

And then take a look around, but I can't get my eyes off those pitiful souls.

Not that I'm any different.
GR Ganu R Mar 25
The name I made for myself.

It took me years of patience and effort, and I never spared a single moment for myself alone.

I had always relied on this goal of mine, a dream worth sacrificing myself for.

And then one day, it's all gone.

I'm forced away, hearts unsynced, and although it's also been a while, my heart remains shattered.

Because I realized that I'll have to go to sleep, and dream.

Being awake and dreaming at the same time is impossible, isn't it?

Because it had always been the name I once made for myself.
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