Dear brother
I miss you

the lion heart
that beats in your chest
the hot-blooded courage
and the loud roaring laughter

We are opposites
and yet so similar
now I am sitting here
a moon without light
a ebb without riptide

Dear brother
I miss you so much

I don't know where I began.
I don't know where I'll end.
But I don't need to.
I know where I am right now.
I'm with friends. I'm with you.
And to me, that's a pretty
great place to be.

what's next? you ask,
wondering what will happen
when this life ends

for me it's quite simpel
your faith have the power
to bring imagination to existence

and your images of heaven and hell
of paradise, reincarnation and afterlife
they are all true and untrue

and you see that religion is a question
without a false answer
a struggle without defeat

life is the most beloved creation by existence itself
you can decide how to spend the afterlife
as the end is just a new beginning

Soo ... what's next?

And when I look around
it seems to be a never ending winter
Without the snow or the warmth of home

But as soon as the sun shines through
you will catch a spark
And begin to bloom

The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
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