how awful it is to say:
d e a d
- shut the **** up
Like a harbour docked with ships ,
That Leave and arrive in the guidance of a light house, is my heart.
A shelter to the arriving and departing love.
Wrecked,Wretched and awful.
That once rented a gruesome space
to a soujourner.
A tenent unknown and untrustworthy.
I wrot a letter to you once and asked you if you love me.
I faked a letter once that said I'd love you to the end.
Grassy beaches, giving trees.
A mourner crying on his knees.
To the wife who told him "I do."
Faster than a moving train, unpredictable like the acid rain.
A tragedy I knew would come, but I prayed.
I prayed for it to hit me swift. A gentle nudge off a cliff.
But before I fell and broke my heart.
I prayed, to be loved.
A short simple poem of a tragedy.
The Home Owners Association
Came by again today
With open glares at
The green crawling across my chestnut walls,
Blocking out my view of
Their pale tan plaster and
Baby blue curtains.
Fees clutched in hand
Eviction notices in their prayers,
They march up to a house,
Existing outside of their domain,
Bought by a grandfather
And never sold to no developer.
I watch with arms crossed
As they step past tomato plants
Whose fathers I planted with mine long ago.
Mean nothing combined with
Cold eyes on me as
I politely tell them that their nobility
Has no jurisdiction.
One let’s his dog dig up
Pieces of my lawn-less garden,
I stare from my curtain of leaves
At exposed roots,
The veins of a child’s loss reaching into air.
Tears will do no more than moisten the corners
As I walk outside
Camera in hand
Staring at a man
Who slowly droops
While shame dribbles back into his eyes.
Nothing is said,
Even when he turns and quietly walks away,
Leash held slack in hand
And dog loyally trailing behind.
A combination of fiction, news stories, and the real life daily dealings when confronting Surburbia.
It’s really been so quiet.
Can I hear your voice?
I’m tired of being strong,
wish I had another choice.
It’s really been so dark.
Can I feel your light?
I’m tired of being fine,
wish you were still mine.
It’s really been so awful.
Can you heal my wounds?
I’m tired of being alone.
Wish I could move on.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
I know you've never seen me before,
but I've always been here.
Just a poem
I know the day this becomes my old poetry
I will see all its faults
"This was wrong and that was false"
I'll say in one big fit.
There won't be anything
that makes me angry
besides my own accidents.
Maybe it's ironic
how I'll inquire
why it made an impact.
I look now with love,
later with loathing,
and long ago with the least.
I honestly don't really like this poem
is that kind of thing
that creeps down your spine
and invisibly molests you
whispers are all it takes
your sweet innocence
To spend with someone who embarrasses you.
To spend someone who angers you.
To spend with someone who disgusts you.
To spend with someone who makes you feel unwanted.
Life is just too ******* short
To be spent with someone like me
I tell myself all the time that good things are too good to last and now I think I’ve finallu convinced myself
I can feel my heart turn to rot inside me
I used to be so full of love
So full of life
But now I spend my days alone
And it is nobody's fault
Except for my own
I can't believe I fell for you so hard
God, why am I so stupid?
I knew that you and I could never be
It would be easier to make a quiet exit from the world
And I wonder
Do you even care?
of all the people
why does it have to always be you