Don't forget to live
don't live to forget

sometimes silence
is the best
reply,
answer,
company.

you know when the ground
is dry and cracked and hardened,
and the fields crunch underneath you and grass splinters
and cows group under shade
in the country towns you drive through
doing 50kms on the main road,
stopping for a pie and paying with cash?

yeah that ground. anyway,

you know when the rain's due
and the clouds bundle like sheets in the washing basket
and that smell of dirt and sky
and the thick drops fall on your neck,
and you squint your face up and wait for the next one to hit you?

yeah that rain. anyway,

you know how the water pools and the ground can't drink it fast enough
and it's drought signs to flood signs in sixty minutes
and the crops fail and the men cry,
all because the ground wasn't ready for what it needed to arrive so fast?

yeah that irony. anyway,

I feel that in my heart sometimes.

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

my friend,
when I'm with you
I remember who I am.

what is friendship
if not finding ourselves
together,

day after unsimple day,
untangling it all.