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Gulishta Mar 2020
The love you feel....
How do you cherish it
When it turns into
A bleeding wound.
How do you accept
That the thing that gives
You immense joy
Will eventually turn into
Something painful
Something that hurt to even look at..
How?
Gulishta Mar 2020
It's been a while,
      But I still got time.
Still fighting the night,
      Still reviving the light.

The journey goes on,
      And the life keeps moving.
Weight on the wings increased,
      Still flopping them for flight.

It's been a while,
     Still trying to write.
The same old pain,
     With some different lines.

Nice to see you around,
      Oh yeah...I'm also fine.
Still hoping for better,
       And I still got time.

It's been a while,
     Still keeping us aside.
The chaos keep erupting,
     But I find it alright.

The labyrinth we called life,
     The way I'm trying to find.
The Blood went icy,
      Then the fire you ignite.

It's been a while,
      Prayers keep us live,
Buried under the mud,
      Still wish to survive.

It's been a while,
     I'll see you again sometime.
Without the pins and needles,
    Then it will be alright.
Gulishta Feb 2020
I know....
    You are totally rooting for my short-comings.
I'm sure....
     You'd love to tell me all about it.
I hope you know...
     There's nothing you can say to surprise me.
I wonder. ..
      If you're aware ...it's impossible to break me.
Gulishta Feb 2020
The beat recede
with the final
Touch of humanity,
The death of the soul
accomplished by the dark
corner exceeding it's boundary,
Lurking just underneath
The dying breath
of this society. ..
Screaming to be heard....
The final plea ....of save me.
Gulishta Jan 2020
Can't see
Beyond the fog
Of this helplessness.
  
      Prayers are
      Not enough to
      Sanctify this darkness.

            The urge
            To bleed within
            Fighting this hopelessness.

                   Fleeting moments
                   Piercing through
                   This bond of deception.

                           Lies among the truth
                           Fate of my destiny
                           Wait enough to hold
                           A stand for confession.

Help held inside
This mind of mine
Fight against myself
Burn. ...
Or hurt to Sanctify.
Gulishta Jan 2020
Deep enough to hurt,
You crawled under my skin.
Cut through my veins,
You bleed like a sin.
A face of ***** desire,
Bonded on dark kinship.
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