Tiny little things
Pretty little things
Broken little things

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

You, with words of beauty,
speak in softer tones
where volume is not required
because vibrations
bring to light the meaning

Even if remaining quiet
calms the fears
drifting along your heart

Feelings still shout
in actions shown,
leaving only words unsaid
to speak the true meaning
of the silence

Her beauty glows from her character,
Her eyes are good attitude,
And her lips; good words.
Her nostrils are hope,
Her make up is confidence,
Her crown is her integrity.
She isnt flawless and she doesnt try to be
Real as she can be,
She lives in reality.
Emotional independence and stability both are her strengths,
A woman with values and well aware of her worth,
Doesnt abuse her sexuality to take men for granted.
That is the queen of integrity.