I imagine that the wind flowing through my hair
is your hand weaving through the strands,
as I stand
in the midnight air...

I imagine that,
alone in the place where I used to hold you close
as my tears begin to enclose me
in the midnight air...

When we dream
we take down a book
from the shelf
of ourself

Leave the door open just a bit
And leave the hallway light on
That’s the way you make me feel
When questions turn to nothingness
And my doubt weighs on me strong
At least I know my heart is real
We can open the door whenever you want
I’m in no rush at all, I promise you
We can open the conversation forever
And I swear you’ll only get the truth

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
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

It’s just you here. They’re all gone. You’re talking to yourself like usual. Trying desperately to fill that ravenous need to talk to someone, to have someone to listen to. You’ve been walking in a circle, talking in a circle. The conversation can’t change. It’s only you here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. There is nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I’m sorry. It’s only you.

Please don't get offended,
That I no longer care.
You see I wait around,
but you were never there.

I got tired
and angry,
frustrated
and mad.
That you were happy
and I was sad.

But I realise now some things
aren't meant to be
And being with you
wasn't meant for me.