One day I hope you look back on your life and you're happy with the life you were given
The **** ups, the love, the madness of it all
I hope you are sitting on your front porch taking it all in with the love of your life
Your grandchildren playing in the front yard with not a care in the world
All the bad things that happened to you won't matter because you are here
You survived
All that's left at the end of the road is love
And you, my darling, made it
And one day it will all be worth it

~sdr

My mind can't remember
the colour of her eyes
and my heart is okay with it.

I guess that's closure.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

Story teller


This life is going too fast.
Holding hands, hauling ***.
One day we were kissing,
Now in all the pictures with holes,
I am missing.


You cut me out of your life through spite,
Because I couldn’t love you like,
You needed to be loved;
By another man with a job.
I couldn’t be the one that you could plan a future with.
One of us wanted to raise kids.
One of us was left behind.
One of us was left to cry.


If only we could have cried together;
Tried even harder…
Maybe we wouldn’t have become fertilizer.
We would never have had to sever the bond we had.
Now I am loves survivor.


I carry on in human form,
Wandering this world alone,
Since the day that I was born.
Left again on church steps.
Begging for milk and a place to rest;
But the time has come where I am no longer undone.
I think that I am strong enough,
To stand.
Maybe at last I can become a man.


So forward I stride into the rest of my life.
I walk along the beaten path.
The smile on my face shows you my past,
Has been laid down to rest, because that is that.
A forgotten memory of the former me.
You see the actual soul I call myself is frozen in another Hell,
That feels like home; it’s somewhere to be.


On concrete roads I am sure of nothing.
That I know.
So forward I go, alone, no place to call my home.


I need a heart to love always,
But I am in pieces, because love only walks away
And at the end of the day I remain the same.
A ghost hanging onto a former glory.
These things they all change.
Time to write a better story.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

We always joked about,
How you were my Alex,
I was your Rosie.
We said everything about that movie,
Depicted you and me.

Not realising what I was doing,
I had your number on speed dial,
‘What do I even say if he picks up?’
It had been months,
I think even more than a year,
What was I thinking?

I had everything I wanted to say all planned out,
Your voice rose up from the other end,
The world stood still for a minute.
'Hello?' you said.

A wave of emotions washed over me,
I could not put a word to those feelings.
That sense of comfort,
and familiarity.
Something that I missed,
I had forgotten all about it.

We didn’t have much to say,
but that was okay.
It was a comfortable sort of silence,
Just us both,
existing at this very moment.

I miss you too, Alex.

I never got to say it