Dreams dashed
Hopes burned out
The future diminished into a casket

In your honour
Friend should lose the "i" and the "n"
Being a substitute for your sake then

I thought life has just began
Not knowing
It was going to an end

The struggles in recall lives my eyes Swimming in tears
And I wish to turn back time

It's Sad but your faith makes me glad
Because I believe it still will carry you
Most especially to where we pray for

Many things I wish to tell you
Many I itch to expose you to
But you are not mature enough
Since the times are not yet right

So I hide my stories in my words
Cover my thoughts in my actions
And hope you will one day grow
To read the letters I write

I will it to you
Stored in time
Hidden clearly before your eyes
Waiting for your older self to sight

Actions speak louder than words
But my actions are wrapped in ambiguity
And my words leave prints on this shore
Hoping you don't follow one day with light

Love love, hate hatred and live your life.
Enjoy the good moments and endure the bad omens.

You will make enemies but don't let enemies make you.

There will come times when you will have to cut ties,
And times when you will have to consider even obvious lies.
Good friends will offend and bad enemies will come in to defend;
No matter how it goes, do not go with a cheap trend.

When your anger is at its peak, let your silence speak.

For choices, they will always come with those two opposing voices.
No matter what, let your tree of decision fall where it can improve your chances.

Do not give ears to that which feeds your fears,
But give attention to that which will prevent you from shedding tears.

Be the best, not the first
When enough is done,
Take a rest.

Serve those who need your service,
But remember, apart from God,
You are your own master.

In pain,
Allow the tears to rain,
They will with time be of marginal gain.
When the cold night is done,
The warm day shall come.

Live like a living lion,
Die a living legend.

Through her I can see
She looks resilient
But she has a heart of glass

I'm thinking of my tomorrow
Yet being aware of her imminent sorrow
Because of the path I'm now to follow

Caught up in a catch 22;
A necessary evil
A broken dream or a broken heart

Life is unfair
But let me make this clear
That I am not a heartbreaker

They say I cannot
That is because I do not
Not because I have done not
Yeah!
They know not
Because they've seen not
They don't know...
It's a beast in chains
Chains of experience

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

In the troposphere of your life are the ready clouds to precipitate
The clouds which are for days condensed of your acts
The acts of your kindness, selflessness, dedication and the lot given into other lives
And on the day of memory - a day worth celebrating
Let our wishes be the steams that melts those beautiful clouds
Let the rain soak your soul wet with joy
A joy that really make the day special
Special enough to preserve you even as you are to us forever.