Gulishta

Apr 2020

David Lessard

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Gulishta Mar 2020

If I could...
I would capture you inside my words weave a poem through you
I'll put some melody
A little bit of rhyme
A little bit of rhythm
Maybe I'll compose one tune too.

Then I'll present it
On the day without an occasion
While sitting idly on the bench
Of our favourite garden.
We'll listen to the song of us together.

When your spirit is high
I'll show you ...
What you really look like.
Then ...You'll see what I see
When I see you.

Gulishta Mar 2020

Straight up good.

Trapped within itself
A silent cry ...
of an abandoned soul.
Hold me upright,
Cause I can't anymore.

With my wings tied tight
I'm learning to fly
All around and above
I'm seeing myself
With your eyes..

The faith I see
The picture you paint
A lone lost star
In search of its moon..

you came
You made me believe
I see.....I smile...
I stop....I sigh...
I creat...I heal...
I learn...I fly...
For the trapped soul...to the one who freed ..
This world with you ...
....straight up good..

A stranger unknown
Make believe the fact
The search came fruitful
Then I met myself.

The limits I see no more...
Maybe it's an illusion...
Maybe it's not.

You came along..
The star ain't alone anymore..
My own little constellation...
I can fly towards horizon.

You made me believe..
I see.....I smile...
I stop....I sigh...
I creat...I heal...
I learn...I fly...
For the trapped soul...to the one who freed ..
This world with you ...
....straight up good.

This one's for you!!!!

#alearninginprogress

Gulishta Mar 2020

Dream catcher.

Close your eyes...
Think about the things you want,
Let it shine...
Even if there's darkness of the night.
Brought back the light..
It's been hiding in you inside.

The path ain't easy...
Take a break...take it easy.
Shadows above the shoulders...
A journey amidst the rest...
Meaning hidden among...
Every unturned stone's side.

A story of a dream catcher...
A tale forgotten with time...
A dance of night and starsign...
A sole source of virtual reality...
Tell it..... with a smile.

Deep rooted longing...
A master in disguise...
Bleeding through the pores...
A passion to achieve or
A passion to realise.

Gulishta Mar 2020

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The conversations
we had with our past
Urges us to creat
A better present
But the work load of today
Come on ...
Let's talk our future.

Gulishta Mar 2020

Monologue.

Sometimes it hurts to let go
But it's the best thing you
Could do for yourself
And for the other person as well.
Cause there's nothing
Left to say anymore...
Without reason you're
Stretching it...
Without reason you're
Bothering an innocent...
Without reason you're
Holding onto the straws...
Baby ...I know it's hurt
But it's time to really let go.
Hanging onto something's
Corps is just wrong...
The relationship has
Died it's natural death
It's time to let it be buried too...

I'm not saying don't mourn it
Please do ..take your time.
But know that when you can
You have to move on.