You are so precious—
like the tears I try to hide
when joy overflows
and my heart opens wide.

You are so precious—
like a rainbow in the sky,
when the sun breaks through
and the storm says goodbye.

You are so precious—
like sunshine’s gentle rays
warming frozen hearts
on cold winter days.

You are so precious—
like the tender gaze we share,
when words fall away
but our eyes still care.

You are so precious—
like the laughter of a child,
pure and bright,
glowing with a light so wild.

You are so precious—
like a kiss upon the brow,
where souls softly meet
and time forgets to bow.

You are so precious—
like the breath I take each day,
quiet, unseen,
yet keeping life in play.

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 is funny how you become an obedient person when I tell you not to contact me
But not when I beg you to treat me right and respectfully

It is funny how you remember my tantrums and arguments irritated you
But not those little things which I did for you to make you smile & happy

It is funny how you ignore me when you are moody and stressed
But not my mistakes even after I apologized

It is funny how you give up on me so easily
when my biggest fear is losing you
when all I want from you is to value me and understand my feelings

It is funny how I let my pain flow through the poetry
when I know for sure that you are not going to read

It is funny.... indeed!

Dusron ko kya dosh dena
Yahan toh  
Meri kud ki Kismat hi
Bewafa jo nikali

(What's the point of blaming others
when here my own fate is unfaithful to me)