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Gulishta May 2019
Keeping everyone at the arm length,
    Not trusting a soul.
This isolation you choose for yourself,
    Is it yours or someone else's fault?

A jaded heart,
     A broken trust.
          A love unfinished,
                And an unquenched thirst.

It hurts to love,
    More so to be loved.
           A race unending,
                  But finishing is must.

Trusting the instinct,
     No fear to be ashtray.
              Fighting the battle,
                     No shelter  ,   no escape.

A pilgrimage of your own,
          Don't need the rest.
                 Everyone left behind,
                       Turned to ashes or dust.

Is it really about?
        If you need someone or not.
You came alone in this world,
        You gonna go alone as well.
Gulishta May 2019
Respect comes from inside
No fear can earn it
Prioritiesing is the way
To resolve the conflict
They say this is all
A game of certain
Rules and expectations
Are the proof of
One finding you their own.
Gulishta Apr 2019
Don't change yourself for anyone,
When someone ask you to.
Don't let the hardships define you,
Cause scars are beautiful too.

The scars represents,
The battles you've conquered.
You've made sacrifices,
To make this a better world.

So what??...if you're not a cliché,
Don't hear!!..that you don't deserve.
It's all you could've done,
With the purpose that you serve.

Holding your head up high,
Walk with the pride.
Be the best version of yourself,
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Changes are not always bad,
Sometimes they are wise.
Have the faith within yourself,
But also keep an open mind.

Test your limits,
But don't break the boundary.
The bird always come back home,
No matter how far he flee.

Not an ounce of uncertainty,
You've made a beautiful life.
Hold on to it with both hands,
I'll see you on the other side.
Gulishta Apr 2019
An animal caught in a trap,
Caged for self interest.
Having extinguished the fire,
But can you break the spirit?

True nature of a beast,
A single moment and you'll be a feast.
Affection and loyalty,
Should've been the priorities.

The prey is the predator,
The hunter being hunted,
The captor become captive,
This game changes every second.

Loyalty to the friend,
Dimiss for the foe.
Strength in isolation,
And The revenge is savage.
Gulishta Apr 2019
A trio,
       A bond,
              The mortal enemies,
                         Ended up being friends.
We met when we were kids,
      Well you two were...I was always me!
It started with just two,
     Ohh how I wish I can erase that from my memory.
Sitting on the same desk,
                      Fighting every day.
I didn't liked you very much,
                  But we were partners anyway.
We fought,
           We loved ,
                    We hated.
We smiled,
           We cried ,
                     Got separated.
Then we met again,
          We were better this time.
Within the space of two years,
          I learned the patience you learned to smile.
We got separated again,
         But never lost the touch.
Well,if we were always together,
         Would've been too much!.

Then came the third counterpart,
         And balanced it all.
The huge space you carry,
         We were going with the flow.

Taking a trip together,
        Sharing a hotel room.
We bonded on window seat,
        And seriously bad food.

I don't remember,
       what happened after that!!
It's all a blur ,
       Of having a good time and sarcastic comment.
Emotions and support,
       Couldn't ask for better.
If I die tomorrow,
       It would be without regret.
Just don't make fun of my corpse,
       Let me die without your cracks.
So glad to have you both,
       In this weird *** world.
I'm happy I was there to ground you,
      To keep you both in line,
And to teach about the life.
Gulishta Apr 2019
Using a truth
To tell a lie,
In this game
Of enemies and allies.
Crossing through the Web,
With the soldiers and spies.
A fight among themselves,
Or the fight to survive?
Serving a common goal,
Having to live or to die.
In command of your heart,
On the ground or above the sky?
Flying beneath the water,
Turning back the light.
Running towards the home,
Emotions wearing high.
Hoping to control the motion,
But In the end we all die.
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