Shysta

Shysta Nov 2015

/Live/

"Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal
is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn’t live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists
to live a life not half a life.”
-Khalil Gibran

Shysta Oct 2015

.Solace.

How beautiful is it-
To have your heart broken at your own hands,
And get it fixed, in the arms of others.

Behind these metaphors, I wanted you literally.

Shysta Oct 2015

*Haze*.

Blurred how life gets with time.
Unclear, Unsure, Unsettled.

Gone are the peaks and valleys.
Gone are the people who shared,
An irreplaceable life-together-alone.
Leaving scars of their memories on this ground-the path,
For them to regret, bemoan- *disowned.

Changed how priorities get.
Changed how affection retreats.
Changed are those who promised
-promised to never deceit.

It's a dark, deadly feeling of despair.
Rising in my heart through the veins, through the nerves.
And around the cold, numbing, bitter air.
Entering the hollows of my being, where my boundless feelings kept* -
reserved.

''By the time you read this, I'll be gone.''

Shysta Oct 2015

HOPE

Trapped in the cages of catastrophes, My wings, flutter in hopes to fly in the
blue skies once again.
Dealing with the blight of long-ago,
Fighting the agony.

The whisper of my voice deafens the sound of the loud,
Yet those words were as quiet as the heart that beats no sound.

The thoughts of failure echoed in my mind,
And with heartaches and dejections, it leaves me blind.

Sometimes, I’m the artic wind,
Which whistles through the desert, breaking the night.
And sometimes, I’m the highest tide
Majestic yet so destructive with a crucial sight.

I wish upon the moon, and I count upon the stars.
For the path, I want to walk on with pride-light and a spark.

I know...

Somewhere along this stormy way,
Lies the hope- untold
That I'd never give up on, they say.
For the truth is crystal clear, and bold.

Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.

Shysta Aug 2015

-

And Beloved?
              You will never die
  Because I will preserve you perfectly
                     In my ink.

Keep holding on and we'll make it through.

Shysta Aug 2015

|| DIRGE ||

I'll sing to myself.
The song of the devoted lovers of insanity,
In the orchids with their hands intertwined and their souls moving perfectly in sync.

I'll sing to myself,
The melody of the rain,
Which poured its heart out on the blooming flowers and the tall native trees,
Along with the tender breeze,
Rolling gently in the distance whispering your name.

I'll sing to myself,
The harmony of the brook,
Transcending into the deep seas,
Like it was designed, destined and fated to be a part of it.

I'll sing to myself ,
The song of the lonely mountains,
Beneath the moon, which have seen the untold sunrises, disheveled tides and the low valleys screaming in the hollow yet the alluring land.

I'll sing to myself,
The strain of love and of despair,
Of curse and of prayer,
Of disdain and of admiration-rare.
Of loneliness and only of tears.

I'll sing to myself about thee,
Because you're not here, to sing to me.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

Shysta Aug 2015

Infinity.

I sat by the river with a broken heart
Where terrible words lay, straight the path..
Of feelings- despair
And the sorrow, no body cared
We were perfect, I wished you knew
For all that we shared- more than true
Laughing and giggling about the things we did
Cherishing the memories, never getting rid.
Arm wrestling and those pillow fights
No matter what worse the situation-2 wrongs make a right
We were bad, yet the perfect souls
Of love and compassion we stole
I wish we were the same, and remain till eternity
For you are, and will always be my Infinity.