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

I am a poet,
or I like to call myself one.
My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages;
I rarely compose from glorious days.
I’m inspired by the world, by people around me
but mostly by my pain.
I consider myself an introvert
for you will rarely hear me speak,
but on the other hand, I have much to say
just not with my lips
but with a pen.
I hide behind ink and paper
ready to write my feelings away.

I am the poetry that I write.

Life is a journey
Not a race
No first place nor last
We don’t have the same finish line
Walk or run
It is up to you
Don’t push yourself
If you can’t keep up
Take a break
Take a deep breath
Better stop than hit the wall

That kind of feeling
When you wanted to write something
It is so great in your mind
But end up staring at a blank page. 


That kind of feeling
Being so hungry
Yet you can't keep food in your stomach
Just the thought of food makes you want to throw up.


That feeling when your eyes get so heavy
But you still can't sleep
With your mind being so active.


That kind of feeling
When they laugh at a joke  
You know it is funny but you can't even smile. 


That kind of feeling
When you know something is wrong but you pretend to be okay.

That kind of feeling that you've been hurting for so long now you feel numb. 
That kind of feeling of giving up

I can't keeping living
like there's a nightmare behind
every last corner

3:57 PM
28/10/20