love-
if it could be distilled, i'd carry it in a small velvet locket
silence-
if it could be stolen, I'd slip it into my navy coat pocket
faith-
if it could be held, like a hug or a long stare
if it could be dropped in my hand so i knew it was there, i'd open my palm, i swear
forgiveness-
if it could be folded in two crisp halves. taken by a stranger to Siberia or France, i'd find the right train station
me-
if it could be melted into blue liquid and blown out into a clear new shape, i'd walk slowly towards the grill and wait
you-
if it could be easy, i'd not find you so scary. i'd let myself in
courage-
if it could be mined like a sonnet or a diamond, i'd dig
love-
if it could be free, i'd spend every day under that tree
beauty-
if it could ever be seen, i'd only look where it shone
life-
if it could be mine, i'd sing every day in sunshine
love-
if it could be there, like skies and silhouettes and morning air, i'd- i'd-
love-
if it could, i would, wouldn't i?

I took the high road
while you were catching a plane.
We didn't put efforts to decode
instead we became strangers again.

I took the yellow pills
while you were dancing in the rain.
We never climbed uphill
instead we became strangers again.

I took the therapy
while you were inside my brain.
We never resolved our issues
instead we became strangers again.

I disappeared into the thin air
cause' you never felt my pain.
We were never meant for each other,
that's why we became strangers again.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

The paper cuts
Breed like the plague
The piano keys are curt
The tune is turning vague  
Life has jammed salt
Right down my throat
So I scrub my tar soul
From the lyrics I wrote
Every night.

But yeah, I've been alright.

You look at me as I come by
A strange allure as you say hi
I look you up and down for now
I want to get close to you somehow

mama told me never to talk to strangers
but what if those strangers were my age?
and they asked me for my number from a balcony?
i didn't see the harm
and ultimately there wasn't any

all i remember from that night
30 strangers and my two best friends
flashlights illuminating the rough path;
an off road with branches blocking the way
i remember the laughter that echoed in the darkness
and the screams upon reaching the abandoned house
goofin' in the moonlight
stepping into another world
the only thing that brought me back
was a scratch
and once we all reached back to reality
the lasers flashed from across the street into my hotel room.

some people hate me
that fact pushes down on my chest
chokes me
it’s an excuse for my anxiety to creep in
it’s a simple fact that threatens to destroy
my fragile self-love
however
i cannot change that fact
some people i will never meet will think of my name and disgust will paint their face
some people will only know the worst of me, the person i have sought to change
some people i have met will dislike me
for no other reason than that i was annoying to them
and there’s nothing i can do about that
so when the hate tries to consume me
i just have to let go