Gulishta

Gulishta Dec 2017

You made me by your flesh and blood.
You brought me to this world.
You bled for me,you went through immense pain for me.
You fed me the bite out of your mouth.
You dress me up in the fanciest gowns.
You are strict when you need to be.
You are gentle,.when I want you to be.
You are calm in between a chaos.
Your kiss can heal any wound.
Your touch is the best medicine.
Your hugs the warmest of the cocoons.
Your lap,the best bed I've ever slept on.
Your voice itself is my lullaby.
Your arms still the best home.
Your fussing over ,I won't exchange for the world.
You are my UNIVERSE.

You are my best friend. .
    When I need one.
You are my cheerleader. .
    When I have no one.
You are the difference. .
    Between good and bad.
You are the FACE OF THE GOD.

You are my partner in crime.
My bank where every dime is mine.
You are my first school.
You are everything that I wanna be.
You are the strength that no one can beat.
You work every minute of every week.
You stand up for me even when your knees went weak.

You are what every child should have.
You are what we took for granted.
You are the world itself..
You have so many names.
YOU ARE MY MOTHER,
MY AMMI......MY MUMMA.
    AND MY MAA.

Gulishta Dec 2017

Lost in it.

There was a corner in my heart ,
That I didn't let anyone see.
There was a space in my mind,
Where I didn't let anyone be.

There was a piece of my soul,
That I didn't let anyone have.
There was a part of my life,
Where no one came to stay.

There were some of my words,
Those I never said to anyone.
There were some of my actions,
Those I didn't let anyone understand.

Then you came by..
    And everything changed.
You started to exist. .
    I was ceased by.
I called your name so much. .
    I started to get recognised by it.
You were what I became. .
    And myself somewhere lost in it.

Gulishta Dec 2017

Life goes on.

You learn to walk..
You learn to run..
You fell down. .
You scrap your knee. .
You broke your hand. .
You loose your patience. .
You loose your mind. .
But you still try..
You get up. .
Try to stay upright. .
You crawl. .
You wobble. .
Then you stand up..
You start to fight..
You prove yourself. .
You defeat every obstacle. .
You conquer every fear. .
You became what you wanna be. .
The best version of yourself. .
It doesn't matter what you left behind. .
Everything that came and went was a lesson..
Everything that stayed. ...is yours.
Life goes on.

Gulishta Dec 2017

A borrowed life.

There was this girl. .
   Living her life in peace. ..
      There was she,her books and poetry. .
             Then a boy came. ...
                   And swept her off her feet. .

Maybe she was looking for a friend.
Didn't wanted to complicate what could've been a simple to an extent.
She didn't realise that life doesn't work that way,
Whenever you think you have it under control.
It will ****** it away. .

It wasn't her life she was living. .
Don't know when but she started believing. .
The boy wasn't a part of the plan..
Those feeling couldn't be a part of her plan..

Manipulated and justified action..
Suppressed and false reactions. .
Then it changed drastically. .
She was baffled basically. .
But what could've been done about it? .
She was the one who didn't do anything about it.

Now,she is back..
living her life in peace. .
Where there's she,her books and poetry.
Does it matter? ..
That there are pieces where her heart should've beat. .
It was a borrowed life. . Never her's. .
Still. ..loosing it does hurt.

Gulishta Dec 2017

Don't **** the saviour.

Suppressed emotions,
Depressed mind.
Looking everywhere for courage,
Instead of looking inside.

Struggling to stand,
Don't want the support.
Wasting away a life.
Don't know how to afford.

It isn't a bad thing,
Asking for help.
Want to conquer the world,
Hoping to be blessed.

Accepting what life gives,
Doesn't mean a failure.
Imagine yourself a hero,
Don't **** the saviour.

Gulishta Dec 2017

To the girl who broke him.

It's been a while since you left him.
But you are still living in him,
He says he has moved on and forgotten about you.,
But when he is drunk and have his guards down,
I see the real him,
I see the regret and heartbreak he's keeping.
The regret in his smile..that never reaches his eyes.
The regret of being so in love with you.
That it change him...Everything about him.
From his watch to clothes to apartment to his personality .
And I don't have to ask if those things reminded him of you..
Because he has said..everything does.
Maybe that's why he hates his skin..
Because he can't change it..
He says it smells of you..
He says love is a tragedy happens to two people at the same time.
You are killing every part of him.
One by one ..
I'm listening everything he has to say..
I can't do anything about it for my dismay.
I've heard him cry himself to sleep.
I've seen him struggle to do simple things.
Is it love that he carries on his body or a scar that you gave him.
Isn't love supposed to be a good thing??
Please let him go for good
or come back to him.

Gulishta Dec 2017

Not in love.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that I wake up every morning wishing to see your face.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that everthing reminds of you.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that I check my phone every few minutes, wishing to see your name pop up.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that if you don't talk to me a single day,I'll go crazy.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that If you are sad,my heart refuse to feel any joy.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that I'm missing you like I'm missing a part of myself, while writing this poem.