I cannot really tell you,
if you'd ask me what's wrong?
I wish you only knew,
the lyrics of my song.

I cannot really show you,
if you'd ask me what's inside?
I wish you only knew,
the secrets that I hide.

I cannot ask from you,
to be there all along.
I wish you only knew,
the lyrics of my song.

I cannot expect from you,
to look for me and find.
I wish you only knew,
all that goes through my mind.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

Some nights,
Am the fallen star,
with too many wishes
hanging upon it.

Some days,
am the wilted flower,
which has seen too many winters
and too few springs.

Mostly I am the invisible presence
that never quite learnt to show itself.
I have watched too many people
and know too well the bitter scent of pretence in the air.

They will pretend to,
see you,
know you,
love you.

Only for them to,
hurt you,
leave you,
**** you

Life is a party some said
but no one warned me
against uninvited  Guest.

Its funny how I love poetry and inhale books and yet I don't believe in the power of words.                    Maybe its because so many words have been spoken to me and yet none have been acted on.