Gulishta

Gulishta Jul 2019

Breathing under the water,
Lost in the sea.
One step away from drowning,
But the fire keeps burning.

Losing my mind,
Losing the sanity.
Grasping the straws,
Before I loose reality.

One breath,
One blink,
One smile,
And sink.

No ropes to tie,
No anchor to pull ashore.
No hands out to reach,
No faith left anymore.

The beat of the heart,
Slowing to dull rhythm.
The Love I had for water,
The reason of my Dimiss.

Gulishta Jul 2019

Practical strangers.

Knowing you..
Or not knowing you at all.
We are all in it,
Or maybe it's nothing at all.

An invisible thread,
Tieing down the bond.
Or maybe it's a thread,
Tighten around our throat.

Knowing your name,
Not knowing your soul.
Knowing your soul,
Not knowing your name.

The push and pull,
This backward and forward.
Hard to describe,
But felt easy believe it or not.

Logical mind,
Illogical heart.
The beginning of the end,
The ending from the start.

Stolen moments,
On borrowed time.
Unexplained desire,
Of you being mine.

The reality,
A struggle with sanity.
The fantasy,
A better version of reality.

Two parallel lines,
Two shore of the sea.
An impossible merge,
The struggle to meet.

Gulishta Jun 2019

For him.

A battle without a cause,
A fight already lost.
An empty smile aside,
Not much there to hide.

No stain on the canvas,
A bloodbath white.
A sacred holy place,
An unwanted desired mind.

A love lost in lie,
Hiding in plain sight.
Single longing for affection,
An affection for what you apologise.

The give and take,
This aggression and pain.
Run run and hide,
An impossible escape.

Pen down the thoughts,
Read and enjoy.
The silver lining keeping,
Tears drowns in vain.

Gulishta Jun 2019

A 3am reality.

As the night descends upon,
The aloofness washes away.
As the world slows down,
And the truth starts to sway.

The lustre and the shine,
Shedding like yesterday's wardrobe.
The flames are siren's call,
The sailors turns to moth.

The pretense,
       The living of the lie.
The hard truth,
       Staring back right into the eyes.
The washed away makeup,
       The scars and spots back to life.
The smile that hurts,
        Returning to that smile.

The face of unknown,
      The body still feel the same.
The warmth you're looking for,
      In the pleasure that aches.

You are me
      And I am you.
Wishing for the moment,
       That I was loving you.

The darkness of the night,
      Everything turns too bright.
A 3 am reality....
                   Turning off the light.

Gulishta Jun 2019

Nightmare

As I walked the dark hallways
To navigate my way through
The desperation to feel something
Something real
Or the promises to reach out to
The brightest part or corner of my heart
Where it all lies in a jumbled mess
To solve it I gotta resolve
The issue inside the conditional box
Tucked below my bed
In a color coordinated portfolio
To lure away the bogeyman
I gotta wake up from this
Insomnia to prevent it from
Turning the dream into the nightmare.

Gulishta Jun 2019

Think of me.

The light won't shine on your part.
The sun will not engulf you in it's warmth.
You'd lose your power to restore,
To rejuvenate. ..to be worthy of it's essence.
When the morning turns to dark,
Think of me.

The road to your happiness will be blocked,
The door that had been cracking open,
and making your way smooth will be closed.
You'd lose your power to open whats enclosed.
When you walk down the road to your doom.
Think of me.

The home you left behind will be there no more.
The address of your distress is what will be waiting for .
Everything that's good will be a privilege you can not afford.
When you make your final journey to the thing you called home.
Think of me.

There won't a twilight zone.
The stars so far beyond your eyes reach.
Nothing beautiful you'll ever be able to see .
The wind won't caress your skin.
The softness of an affection you will never feel.
When the night turn the darkest before the dawn.
Think of me.

And When you'll be left alone to defend your own.
Think of me.