The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;
It scares me.
The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;
It scares me.
The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;
It scares me.
The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;
It scares me.
The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;
It scares me.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 8:54 PM UTC
Blue smoke,
Rising from the rough circle of trees,
Careening towards the birds clearing,
And you.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC
Green Grass,
Shards of Emerald Glass,
Prickling my bare feet,
Finger tips brushing,
Blooming roses,
With petals soft,
Exhausted,
My knees meet with the thick bed of,
Shattered glass,
Falling at the foot of The Dove's,
Lonely pedestal.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
Silver ferns grow in a meadow of furiously bright flora,
Cosmos,
Freesia,
Roses of red and white,
Grow freely,
Wild below the pristine marble pedestal sitting center the clearing,
Within,
A,
Delicately wound cage calmly sits a equally small bird,
Breathing in the sweetness of the meadow,
Fluttering peacefully,
Their talons rest atop the door,
Of,
Its Gilded Cage.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:26 AM UTC