Gulishta

Gulishta Sep 2018

A known stranger,
An unknown blood tie.
A bond formed by truth,
A relation tangled in lies.

A manipulative familiarity,
An aching small piece of mine.
A place darker then night sky,
A light resurrect everytime it die.

The hatred lurching,
Underneath blinding smile.
A soothing presence,
On other side of the phone line.

Hands raised,
To sooth the ache.
Inflicted by the sworn,
Proctector of this life.

Authorities,making decisions.
Certain rules seems to apply.
The duty left to fullfil,
By another,keeping on stand by.

Being yours,
           Is a curse.
Not being yours,
           Is certainly worse.

Identity crises,
      Or maybe crises of a life time.
Comes the time to pick,
      Still choose the blood tie.

Gulishta Sep 2018

Silence.

Silence,
The signs of the time.
Learning,
Reading between the lines.
Stillness,
Listening to the eerie quite.
Warmth,
And brightness of the sky.
Tick-tock,
Watching the hours goes by.
Buzzing,
Humming sound from inside.
Introspect,
Reading my own mind.
Time,
Minutes and seconds being mine.
All alone,
Sitting outside.
Is it lonely?
Or I'm having the time of my life.
Quite possibly both,
At this moment,
Feeling most satisfied.

#silence

Gulishta Sep 2018

Enough!.

I'm pretty you said..
    But not beautiful enough.
You like the way I say things. .
    But not crazy enough.
You are happy when you're around me..
    But not excited enough.
You want me ..
   But not possessive enough.
You love me..
   But not passionate enough.

I said enough I've had of your compliments and that's for me is enough.
Because you are here..
   But not present enough.
You are charmer ..
   But not cheesy enough.
You are a man ..
   But not human enough.
You are a friend. .
   But not considerate enough.
You are a waste of time. .
   But not enjoyable enough.
So I'm done..
   Enough is enough.

Gulishta Sep 2018

My reality

Weaving my hand through your hairs,
I wanna hold you and keep you there.
Sole object of your attention,
Every minute,every second you could spare.

Being on top of your priority list,
My commend your every wish.
You and me an us,
Without you I couldn't exist.

So many boundaries keeping us apart,
A wish for a moment,just for a moment.
I could forget about that.

I want to touch your face with my fingertips,
See your eyes up close.
I wanna trace your every feature,
Memorise your cologne.
I wanna mark your skin with my teeth,
Smother you with my lips.
I wanna hold on to your solid arms,
Hear your every hitch in your breath.
I wanna tear down your walls,
Make a home in your heart.
I wanna hold your hand in the street,
Kiss you on the dance floor.
I wanna cherish being in love,
Shout it at the roof top.

My last sight your smile,
My last breath your name.
My last lesson your love,
My last tear on your face.
My last bed your arms,
My last reality your surname.

Gulishta Sep 2018

Unrequited love.

You and me a team,
Us against the world.
Finishing each other's sentences,
Sometimes even the words.

The play of the king and the knight,
Choosing the weapons,
A sword and a knife.
Rough house play room,
And the adorable way we used to fight.

Two halves of one heart,
Not angels nor demons could pull us apart.
Indulgence of weird cravings,
Not leaving the other behind.

Holding the eye contact a bit longer.
The connection between us started to strengthen.
The desire and longing I started to feel.
One touch of yours could make my bruises heal.
Hanging over your every word..
Oh baby you did,
You pierced me with your beloved sword.
The weapon of my choice remained forgotten.
Just like our love being forbidden.

The foundation we built,
Couldn't hold itself ..
The storm inside you broke everything ,
Destroyed it in the process.
Collapsing...meeting the dust.
The friendship of ours begun to rust.

I gave you my heart,
Left it in your feet.
I started to move forward,
You started to retreat.

Now,you're back...
Flashing those dimples.
The dynamics of our friendship has changed.
Not quite as simple.
Asking for the second chance.
Don't know I can provide.
Can't hold it inside anymore,
The feelings you want me to hide.
A stranger's face with the familiar eyes.
Memories flashing ...
With your goofy smile.

You pierced my heart once again
But this time with a knife.

Gulishta Sep 2018

A blessing and a curse.

I met a woman,
          On my daily jog.
She was my lookalike,
          Walking with a dog.

The parameter that surrounded,
It changed in that moment.
We were somewhere else,
Change of a second or may be a minute.

I saw her ghost-like skin,
I saw the redemption she was seeking for her sins.
I saw a battered mind,
I saw those dead but piercing eyes.

I tried to communicate,
Couldn't read her mind.
She tried as well,
Then she vanished from my sight.

It was an experience,
     I can't explain.
It stopped me there,
     Lured me to see,what I'm trying to gain.

I knew the path I was walking,
Will get me there.
Where I was someone,
That I can't seems to bare.

Knowing what's going to happen,
Left me reeling.
Knowing there was a possibility of loosing;
Everything that I hold dear,
Everything that I want near.

It took me a moment to realise,
There wasn't a ghost I was seeing,
Just a trick of my unconscious mind.

It was an awakening,
I didn't knew I was waiting for,
It was an opportunity,
To change what could happen and maybe being more.
It was a blessing.....
And it was a curse.
It changed the facts and the future...
And everything that could've occurred.

#blessing #curse

Gulishta Sep 2018

Is this love??

I see you,see you everywhere.
I see you,see you as if you're bare.
I see you,when you try to hide.
I see you,as you are mine.
Oh baby please,tell me please. ..
Is this love??

I feel you,feel you in your absence.
I feel you,feel you in my presence.
I feel you,feel you in my hurt.
I feel you,feel you in my chest.
Oh baby please,tell me please. ..
Is this love??

I need you,need you as if you're air.
I need you,need you as my anchor.
I need you,need you flowing in my blood.
I need you,need you beyond and above.
Oh baby please,tell me please...
Is this love??.

I like you,like your cracking voice.
I like you,like your twinkling eyes.
I like you,like your crooked smile.
I like you,like your distinct smell.
I like you,like your weird humour.
I like you,like even your stinky sweat.
Oh baby please, tell me please ...
Is this love??

I miss you,miss you when I'm sad.
I miss you,miss you when I want to dance.
I miss you,miss you in the crowd.
I miss you,miss you when I'm all alone.
Oh baby ....tell me now...
Is this love??

I'm afraid, afraid to love you.
I'm afraid, afraid to loose you.
I'm afraid, afraid to hold you.
And I'm afraid, afraid to let you go.
Oh baby.....is this love??.

#love #emotions #humour