Gulishta

Gulishta Oct 2018

My time.

Keeping a hope alive. .
Like a burning candle,
In a stormy night.
Wanting a wound open. .
Just to have it bleeding
And aching to feel Alive.
Burning desires. ..
And holding on to them tight.
Passion Flickering ...
Just beneath the eyes.
A loose end..
Like an unfinished song. .
Broken Verse and jumbled melody,
But going back to it again
After some time.
A goofy smile. ..
To hold on to the last sanity,
And to survive through the night.
The positive attitude,
Keeping every set back on side.
Going through the motion,
But working towards making it alright.
One day ......
One of these days. ..
There will come a time,
And that time will be mine.

Gulishta Oct 2018

Love.

Love is the simplest thing in the world,
Yet the most complicated.
It's the easiest emotion to feel,
Yet the hardest to keep.
It's the basic foundation of living,
Yet people keep searching.
Have a language of its own,
Yet don't need saying.

Gulishta Oct 2018

Broken Heart.

Sadness creeping from every side,
Seeping into my bones.
A curtain falls like a thick fog,
Blurred vision,can't see anymore.

This thing inside my chest,
Out of control,bleeding.
Beating,cracking,breaking,
Then shattering into a million pieces.

An Explosion so deafening,
Didn't make a sound.
Little needles running through my veins,
Turning me inside out.

It felt like shards of glass,
Piercing, cutting,hurting,
Then settling in my chest ,
A knock out punch,
Making it hard to breath.

Gulishta Oct 2018

Let go.

You gave a good fight,
Now it's time for you to stop.
You did what you could've,
With your shield and your sword.
Your scars your trophy,
Your skin your wall of fame.
Your blood spilled for loyalty,
And every one of those broken bones.
A bloodied battle,
For a crown made of stone.
Enemies and friends alike,
Shielding away the cruel,
Innocents on the point of the swords.
Looking around you,
Can you tell who won or who loose?
Blood flowing is all red,
Doesn't matter to whom it belong.
It's the same ache they feel,
To go back to their home.
You fought for what you thought was right.
Have you ever thought about of it being all wrong?.
Would you be weak?
Or would you be strong?.. To let go..
Not fighting anymore.

Gulishta Oct 2018

WORDS.

Words are the power,
Words are the pain.
Words are misfortune,
Words are the gain.

            Words can heal,
            Words can hurt.
            Words can cure,
            Words can burn.

                          Words are friends,
                          Words are feud.
                          Words are beautiful,
                          Words are cruel.

Words cut deep,
Words are stitches.
Words are jewels,
Words are gems.
Words are play,
Words are games.

             Words are puzzles,
             Words are pieces.
             Words are questions,
             Words are the answers.

                               Words are romance,
                               Words are fight.
                               Words are darkness,
                               And ray of light.

Words are war,
Words are love.
Words are weapons.
Words are peace.

           Words are authority,
           Words are responsibility.
           Words are complication,
           Words are simplicity.

                             Words are glum,
                             Words are delight.
                             Words are emotions,
                             The greatest high.

Words are poem,
Words are songs.
A constant companion,
And so much more. .

Can you imagine a life without them?.
I honestly can't mine.

Gulishta Sep 2018

Blood tie.

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