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Gulishta Nov 2019
When the darkness of my heart,
Took over the shiny parts.
When the fog lifted,
The calmness of chaos sat in.

When I lost the dream colored glasses,
Only then I could really focus.
The Scowl  behind the smile,
The wretchedness of the mind.

I saw the colours of the faces,
The colours of people's heart.
The ugliness hidden behind,
The stony glittered mask.

Lost amidst the crowd,
The family of one.
All about the blood,
Emotions mattered to no one.

A mental struggle,
Faith losing the lustre.
Concerned about the health,
Why don't you see a doctor!?.

Open eyes...
Narrowed mind.
Push and pull of acceptance,
I hope you wouldn't mind!.

Couldn't stand out,
Wouldn't be among the crowd.
The final decision made,
It was.. which no one talked about!.
I would rather have a peaceful chaos than false calm....rather chose a fight than coward way out.
Gulishta Nov 2019
It's all blurred,
Comes in flashes and pieces.
The Mind betrayed,
But the heart changes the beating.

You look familiar,
Like the face of my truth.
It's kinda scary,
If I'm being honest.

The hope I see in your eyes,
Ease up my breathing.
Bone crushing desire,
But I'm still dreaming.

The place we met,
Is a place no one should go.
It's the world of pain,
I enjoyed it though.

To search for what is lost,
I gotta lose myself.
Don't vanish this time,
Need a little help.

Prior to the history,
Of seeking redemption.
We were once whole too,
I'm not making assumptions.

Why can't I see you,
When the world is bright?
My darkness is enough,
For you to shine the light.

No sound comes out,
You don't do the talking.
World conjured in my mind,
Again...found myself seeking.

An attempt to focus,
To survive through the night.
Back to the place of dread,
I still close my eyes.
  Nov 2019 Gulishta
Keiri
An artists life is blue
When its mind is red

A gipsies say is true
When you're already dead.

A smiley can be sad
and crying can be good

A life can be pointless
If you can't see where you stood.

A world can be square
and a line can be straight.

It's a neverending line,
because you are affraid.

Affraid of the face of blue
And the colour of red

Affraid to see you
Affraid of the dead.
Me in a neverending smiling depression. A class clown on the outside, dead on the inside, a mess in the mind, broken in my heart... but no time to feel bad, because life goes on, bills have to be paid and no one cares about how much time you need, so you pretend to be fine
Gulishta Nov 2019
Start from the beginning. ..
From the ins and outs of the shadows
Lurking just underneath
The righteous path you've chosen.

Let it flow through your veins
Direct to your heart
Let it direct you to the darkness
You're trying to hide from.
To become something
You're supposed to be
Rather being someone
You meant to  be.

Tell me about the courage
You've found within the Hopelessness
About the moment
Where you've found the solace in your darkness
The acceptance you've given yourself
About the emotion that made you decide
About not wanting the approval
Of the ones who broke the promise
To love you unconditionally.

Where you broke the chains
Binding you to everything
You've known to know
Exactly what it's like
To be the supporting character
In your own story.

And about the out of  body experience
And the knowledge that
It was you all along
Who held the cards
Just didn't know the play...

The prison felt like the home
Or the home was the prison
You were the key to it all...

Tell me about how you found it
To break free.
I was kinda unsure about this one...but it felt like I needed to share it...this one doesn't have rhymes and proper Verses. ..but still one of the closest to my heart.
Gulishta Nov 2019
Wandering eyes,
Aimless....
Find a way,
Hopeless. ..
Live a little,
Lifeless...
World worth seeing,
Priceless.

On the menu card,
Of the course called life.
It all comes back,
With the price beside.

Main course is needed,
Gotta work for dessert.
Smell the aroma,
It's all a starter.

Reasons enough,
The reasons made.
Choices provide,
Or choices made.
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.
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