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Gulishta Nov 2019
On a perfect contrary
To a perfect deception,
Hearts in the eyes
Signals weak for reception.
Another day. ..another illusion,
Sit back a little,
Just read through instructions.
Gulishta Nov 2019
If it was possible..
I would exchange my heart,
With an eve bark...
So that someone will write,
Something this beautiful about it.
Someone once said to me ..you're
Like a symphonic conductor in an auditorium...and it made me work harder in very aspect of my life not just writing. ..I'm so thankful for that support..
This is for you:):)

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3380718/sylph/
Gulishta Oct 2019
Innocent young eyes..
Laying awake at night,
It all seems bright,
The dreams full of starlight.

Schemes resides mind,
The path plain and wide,
Popular among the population,
Be ready for surprise.

The world is small,
The hearts are smaller,
Dance on your own rhythm,
Stand above or stand taller.

Step ahead of steps,
Take one at a time,
Falling was never part of the dream,
But the core of the life.

As the time passes,
Still hold on to your dreams tight,
It's magic in your hands,
Don't bet on someone else's mind.

Ask to learn....or learn to ask,
Don't be ashamed of your yearning,
Put behind the fear of rejection,
Make it so...if the time isn't right.

It's true... you can achieve it,
Just have the courage to work it,
Don't rest till you get what you want,
And yes!!...you're still magic!!.
Gulishta Oct 2019
He said he knew me...
For who I was.
Said he saw me....
As I was.
Loved me to the core...
For what I was.

Perfection.... he said I defined.
Projection....but his heart was mine.
Respect and adoration ...
Made his eyes shine.

His words ....left a greater meaning.
His eyes....told me from the beginning.
His smile...finally reached his eyes.
The fight....at last he did decide.

The faith in me...
     ...more about the faith in him.
The love for me...
     ...more the love for him.
Gulishta Oct 2019
What is the meaning?
Of this thing called life.
Where is the existence?
That is mine.

A hard earned trust,
A moment of judgement.
A faith loosing lustre,
A tainted portrait perfection.

An iron clad control,
An emotion sneaking in.
A quietly hidden persona,
An ocean to be dived in.

The projection of expectations,
Dull echo of breathing.
A drifted soul towards,
A friend turns to an enemy.

A trust broken,
A soul shattered.
A bond mutilated,
The one not being a bother.

A game of chess,
Everyone already ahead.
A move of betrayal,
The army half dead.

Sole focus to destroy,
No one even looked back.
The doubt of worth arisen,
but the question left unsaid.
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