got into my seat, took on the highs and lows

the same way that we all go

scooting over for whoever joined the ride

(and the ride was better with you by my side

we climbed up into the sky and the stars

me with my words and you with your guitar

the descend seemed to last forever, although

when we went back down, we found it was never so

you stopped the wheel, got down, and it never started again)

waiting for the motions to bring the night to an end

going to take all the highs and lows as I go

(looking for an answer to a question you’ve always known)

when time starts to spin (when you can also see the light

will I shift when, once more, I find you by my side?)

At the end of the day,
I was meant to fall apart.
I cared for the one
who kept breaking my heart.

At the end of the night
I was meant to be awake.
I only cared for the one,
that was my only mistake.

At the end of the day
I was meant to be alone.
I cried for the one
whose heart was a stone.

At the end of the night
I was meant to die.
I believed in the truth
but the truth was a lie.  


-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

Isn’t it cool that
the traditional image of a heart
is actually two hearts entwined together.
I do declare,
you are a work of art,
and I’m happy to leave you
with a little part of me.
So many works are based
on pain and anger and disappointment,
but my dearest,
even though it was a kind of good bye,
I hope we can always have
this lovely affection,
for you are still
my favorite girl.

Cast off the past, let it fall from your shoulders
Like last winter’s coat-you won’t need it here.

Fog gives way to sun.
Forget what you left-
The boy you thought you loved.
Do you remember his face?
Watch as he blurs before you.
One day, you’ll wake up and
Realize you don’t remember the color of his eyes.

Green?
Blue?
It doesn’t matter anymore.

Walk the brick paths.
Forget what you left-
The friends who don’t answer their phones anymore.
They cut you deep,
though they don’t mean to.
You have chosen the lesser-travelled path
And now you are going where they can’t follow.

There’s a woman in the distance.
Run towards her
Run like you have never run before.

She is you, you as you are meant to be.
Do not let anything keep you from reaching her
Now that you have found her
603 miles away.

i didn't fall in love
with someone who wanted
to rewrite my story.
i fell in love with someone
who wanted to give me a new ending.

My story is covered in
Tear stained ink marks.
Blood soaked covers
And ripped out pages.
It's not a pretty story
With flowers and happy endings.
There's no shining armor
And forever after kisses.
There's no magic.
The evil villain is me.
My story will most likely
End  in the words,

"She really tried."

“Once upon a time”
The age old fairytale
About each perfect little princess
Finding her perfect little male
From birth into adulthood
We read about princes and knights
We’re promised a perfect match
To join us on our plight
So we sigh and sit and wait
Or sit and work and sigh
Always quietly wondering
If our prince has passed us by
Then with each lunar passing
And each trip around the sun
Our age brusquely informs us
That our prince may never come
No knights on noble steeds
Ride up to right our wrongs
There is no handsome nobleman
To play us his love songs
Except for those of course
Whose love proves insincere
The ones who leave us jilted
And actualize our greatest fears
With each disappointment
Another petal falls away
Slowly killing any magic
Leftover from our early days
Until one day an unassuming
Handsome man appears
Offers a ride on his white horse
Then promptly disappears

Joy
Wittles away
When a candle
Of passion
Is snuffed out—
But oh
How the spark
That lit it
Did shine
Bright