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Hi, my name is Parag and these are the ramblings of me. I want to use this as a platform to get my poems out into the world. I love to write and I hope you like to read 🙂

• It strikes me at an odd moment indeed, With sleep in my eyes, and my bare feet, The cold in the air, the chill and freeze, Poetry comes to me.February 2, 2022
  I tell myself I need to write. I tell myself I need to inspite, Of not having things to write on, I rattle myself like an empt cage, Or a mostly empty tank of a bike, I rattle myself, finding very little within, And I carry on withContinue reading “It strikes me at an odd moment indeed, With sleep in my eyes, and my bare feet, The cold in the air, the chill and freeze, Poetry comes to me.”
• Love Left Me.January 8, 2022
  Ever since the day love left me,I’ve left love chasing, content to just stare atTwo people in love from the outside,While inside, wondering if I would find it’s touch again.Again, I Dream about love, I dream about the imperfect but cute love we used to share, we careContinue reading “Love Left Me.”
• EmbersJanuary 8, 2022
  People sometimes ask me how I write poetry.Is it muscle memory that I alter every time?Is it a whisper that comes to me?How do I write?Somewhere along the way, the gods gave me their poetry, in exchange for my peace.Being alone is painful now, because every voice inContinue reading “Embers”
• Pain changes you.January 2, 2022
  Pain sucks. It changes the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you think, the way you talk. Pain Changes you. If you’re lucky enough to survive, you get to talk about it and people admire you for fighting through it. If you’re not lucky, itContinue reading “Pain changes you.”
• What I am made of.December 28, 2021
  People ask me what I am made of. I have no answers but whenever the question arrives I associate words like guilt, regrets, loneliness, brokenness, revolution, surrounded but alone, with my entire existence.I breathe, but with a pipe, like how people often smoke, but instead of inhaling theContinue reading “What I am made of.”
• Exist when wanted.December 19, 2021
  I only know how to exist when I’m wanted.When I’m seen.When I’m recognized.I only know to exist when I exist within a group.When eyes recognize me,And greet me, with smiles and laughs,And waves of hand.I know only to exist when I am wanted,When I am needed.When I amContinue reading “Exist when wanted.”