Gulishta

Gulishta Dec 2017

LOVE....a four letter word.
It's beautiful if it's in your favour..
It's ugly if it's not.
           I've seen an ugly side of love.
It breaks you..
     Shatter you....
          Consumes you...
                   Becomes you...

It have a dark side.
  It will always be in front of your mind,
     No matter how badly you want to keep it aside.
   It will **** your soul right out of you.
It won't let you feel anything else..
Any other emotion...
joy,happiness,satisfaction, pleasure nothing.
All you can feel is it...
All you can see is it...
It will make you search for yourself over and over again.
It will make you a habitual to feel the pain.
It won't let you overcome it. .
No matter how hard you try.
It will a constant always trying to pry.

And at the end.....
You will become it.
You will be the ugly side of love.
You will be the thing you were running from.
You will be what you hated the most.
Then maybe..not loving wouldn't have been the worst.

Gulishta Dec 2017

To my friend.

You like me,
As you like a film star.
You respect me,
But want to do that from afar.
You wanna have me in your life,
Not sure as what? . or how far? ?

I've got qualities you wanna have,
I'm admireable as you've said.
We're not lovers, but more than friends.
I think too much, as I've tried to understand.

Now it's clear as water,
Won't be getting any doubt.
We've fought, yelled, cried and got hurt.
Don't know what was that about.

I can't complete you,
If you don't want to be.
You are not happy,
But you wants me to be.
And I can feel your pain,
I can't help it.
Please promise me to try ,
You can overcome from it.

Gulishta Dec 2017

The morning breeze.

The morning breeze. ..
        Stings on cheeks. ...
            Making them rosy red. ...
                Doing the work of caffeine fix.

Waking up from sleepy stupor....
       Floating through hairs. ....
            Making them look like the bird nest...

Fingers chilled. ...
    Shivering bodies...
        Chattering teeth .....
             Reminding that we're still alive.

Gulishta Dec 2017

What is it??

What is it?,
That binds me to you.
What is it?,
That makes me want to be close to you.
What is it?,
That I can't resist.
What is it?,
Without which I'm ceased to exist.
What is it?,
That makes my name sounds different in your voice.
What is it?,
That makes me want to remove every distance.
What is it?
That makes me want to be yours.
What is it?,
That makes me crave these arms of yours.
What is it?,
That I'm wearing like a cloak around me.
What is it?,
That makes me forget me.

Gulishta Dec 2017

Come slowly.

Under the darkness of the night.
Under the brightness of starlight.
Come slowly my love.
Come slowly.

Under the moon high up in the sky.
Hearing the mums singing the lullaby.
Come slowly my love
Come slowly.

A night without the sunrise.
A night to claim you as mine.
Come slowly my love.
Come slowly.

Gulishta Dec 2017

A story.

The first time I saw him.
He had a far away look in his eyes.
I couldn't look away.
He was the most beautiful of the sights.

Next time,
He was talking with his hands.
I stood on sidewalk, tried to understand.
He looked at me, gave me a nod.
Acknowledging my presence, still leaving it alone.

It was the fifth or maybe sixth time,
then he talked.
For a second, my breathing, my heart, my world has stopped.

His eyes hypnotising.
His voice a song written just for me.
His smile made the world lit up.
And the confidence to never give up.

He was the wind,I was the dust.
floating with him,with a blind trust.
He did everthing right.
I did what I could to make our future bright.

Then he left. ..without a backward glance.
Now I'm a shell of a person. ..
Struggling to give love a second chance.

Gulishta Dec 2017

Untitled

I'm sleeping or waking up??.
Whatever it is,I think it's enough.
Reaching across,
The courage to fight.
Is it worth the risk?
That's left to decide .

I'm calm or I'm numb?
I'm empty or ready to burst?
Is this peace that I'm coming from?
Or is it the eye of the storm?

This feeling that surrounds.
My feet above the ground.
I'm walking against the wind,
Every layer coming unwind.

Standing here alone,
Deciding where to go.
Wishing for someone,
To hold hands and to let go.