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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.
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 Feb 21
On a mountain filled with beautiful sunflowers, lies one lonely rose.

It's the only dark, gloomy, and black flower on the field.

But the sunflowers are different, always relying on the sunshine. 

The black rose, small and invisible, has never once, seen any light.

And so, on a mountain filled with beautiful sunflowers, lied one lonely rose.
GR Ganu R Mar 13
Tonight, the midnight sky is rather different.

It consists of dark clouds rapidly moving, dissapearing, and taking turns coveting the bright entity in the sky.

I can only catch a momentary break of light, cracking through the clouds.

But I'm only searching for a beauty that cannot be revealed to this world.

I stare at myself, my reflection being cast upon me, this glass seperating me from the untouchable entity.

But in my eyes, I catch the big round beauty, glowing in me.

And finally I look up, the clouds moving away, my thoughts clearing, and my focus on one, breathtaking moment.

And that's the moment I fell in love.

With the moon.
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 Feb 27
In the vast world, it's him and I.

We love each other deeply, our hearts in sync.

I share his burden, and he shares mine. Together, we're like the moon and ocean.

And then it comes to me, that it's only my imagination.

Tomorrow will be the last time I'll try to meet his eyes, and offer him my whole heart without expecting him to offer his.

Because after that, I'll be saying farewell with my broken heart.
GR Ganu R Feb 19
There is a beautiful melody playing in my heart, every time I see him.

The full moon in the sky, is accompanied by the stars.

But my heart wrenches at the same time, because a melody cannot be played forever.

As time flies, the moon and stars separate.

Aware of my feelings, he directly approaches me and ends the melody.

The moon and stars become less visible to each other overtime.

A lonely heart, nightmares, and no melody.

The sun rises.

The moon and stars disappear.
GR Ganu R Mar 4
My heart has never moved on.  

Even if yours is in sync with another one, I know it will never be mine.

I'm always longed for a response from you, my feelings concealed from this world, like a glass that will never shatter upon a reflection.

I'm forced into a new world, a new home, and to be around strangers who do not resemble you, those eyes, that smile.

And I know you won't come, but I still look beyond the crowds of strangers, for you.

Do you do the same, too?
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 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 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 Feb 16
Sunrise, the birds chirp outside and the realization that my heart is still beating, enlightens me.

Last night, surrounded by the darkness of my shadow, I thought the pain, tears, and darkness would eat me whole. Instead of fighting, I waited for them to devour me.

But the white roses in my dreams, suddenly became red, forcing me to open my eyes. Sunrise, what a beautiful view. I've been offered a second chance, another day to cherish my existence in search for the meaning of life. What a beautiful day.
Don't await your end :)
GR Ganu R Feb 23
One tear of true pain, it's better than multiple tears of despair.

When you're hurt multiple times, the wound only gets deeper, the pain etched into your heart.

Love, hate, greed, suffering, impurities, compassion, several contemplations I've experienced in this life, all that brought tears.

Tears, they're precious. Valuable. Beautiful. Tears.
GR Ganu R Feb 17
Everyday, I wait.

I wait for the moment I'm not surrounded by anything other than the darkness lingering around me. The moment the souls around me leave to roam different realms.

And in that moment, can I truly be myself.

I've always been delicate, or at least that's how I appear. In truth, I have been concealing the cracks within me. I can break, but I cannot completely shatter. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't afford to.

But in this darkness, with no one around, can I shatter, break, and let out cries of pain. I'm tired, tired of being forced to appear perfect when I'm not. Even if I have to endure for years in exchange for a second of this darkness, I would.
GR Ganu R Feb 15
The moon, a star, one perspective.

Both illuminate, only if I search for light.

If I was the moon, my presence would burden this world, when I'm at my darkest. But nonetheless, I enlighten the same embodiment. It's just a matter of who, when, and how I'm viewed.

As a star, I can only be gazed upon when I'm surrounded by darkness. I'm different from the moon, much unlike a fragment of a soul.

In the end, I'm always watching, yet there's nothing I can do. The moon, star, death, and life. Unless I'm searched for, my existence alone is insignificant. Unless I'm accompanied by another, all I can do is wait.
My very first publication. To me, this poem does not have one single meaning. Depending on the person viewing it, this poem has various meanings.

Truth and meaning, they're both perceived by a perspective shaped by memories, experiences, and personality. To sympathize, means to place yourself in one's shoes. So, if you were the author of this poem, what would be its meaning, and with what intentions would you have written it? This thought, your response, is exactly the meaning of this poem.

If you would, take a look outside tonight. Watch the moon, find the stars, enjoy the scenery, and read this poem. I would like for you to try and feel, feel what I possibly could have, while composing this piece. Thank you.
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.

— The End —