I Knew A Girl

I knew a girl, who liked to draw

She drew the pictures, that nobody saw

She was most creative, late, at night

On the dark terrace, out of everybody's sight

She kept secrets, that nobody knew

She didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew

Her drawings were a twist

Her paintbrush was a blade and canvas, her wrist

Her friends were fake and her family let her bleed

Those, who ought to be her strength, made her bleak

One night, we met on a cliff, under the stars

I asked her, why?

She took off all her fancy bracelets, to reveal the scars

She felt embarrassed and looked down in her muse

Then, I rolled up my sleeves and said ," I draw too"

© Priyanka Bajaj

She Left Me

Those days feel like centuries ago,

That cliff sustained cold air

The only hideout of her from the selfish world

She didn't fear of getting hurt,

She didn't want to hurt.

How aesthetically she described life,

But The opposite way she was treated.

She said, that place, the cliff was safe

It was, yet, I asked her to move out and I'll be with her.

She peeped from the cliff

And left her solitude behind.

Many tried to snap her

Some, I could prevent, some, I could not

But I never left her alone.

I were all she had.

The world, once she was afraid of,

Did not haunt her anymore.

Yet, that cliff remained her favorite place.

She smiled, made others smile

She was happy, spread happiness

She became brave and inspired others

She even cried, and made others cry

By leaving the world, that she made beautiful for me.

I never left her, but she was gone.

I miss that cliff, I miss her.

© Priyanka Bajaj 

Travel Bliss

Initially, we travel to lose ourselves

We travel, next, to find ourselves.

We travel, not to escape,

But to live every phase.

Remember?

The journey, the train, the bus, the plane,

Eyes swaying in excitement,

because destination is not the only main.

Remember?

The unknown weather,

The situation out of comfort,

And to gain experience.

Remember?

To live by the currents of beach,

fill the lungs with cool breeze,

And follow the sun.

Remember?

To trek the highest hill,

Stand amidst the clouds,

And see the world.

Remember?

To walk endlessly in the woods,

To be lost in the right direction,

And embrace the stillness.

Remember?

To wander in the crowded streets,

Meet exotic people,

And devour local treats.

Remember?

To visit the city museums,

Get amazed by the history,

And take inspiration.

Remember?

The tropical culture,

To perceive their beliefs,

And learn to put faith. 

Remember?

The peace to follow your bliss,

All the places, traveled and untraveled,

We will surely miss.

Travelling turns us

Into a storyteller.

The best of the stories are found

In between the pages of passport.

© Priyanka Bajaj

Unread Letters

In a stack of unread letters

Joins another matter

Only if I opened my heart to you

No unread letter would have been in the queue

Yes I pen down our bond

Even before you met your dusk

Cause I didn't know, how to say

Nor did I know, you'll be taken away

I thought of leaving those letters beside your cushion

As you kept dollop of gift beside mine with affection

But you were gone in a moment

Like hypnic jerk in the sleep

Once I tried to read them to you

But you were in a condition, you didn't have a clue

I repent on never saying "I LOVE YOU"

Then I realize, this you already knew

The letters repose here, on my desk

Sealed forever, cause you are not coming back

And You didn't leave your trail behind

Where to post these letters, I can't find

Those letters are beaded from the day we met

To The way you developed love from hatred

To everything I didn't say but show

When words were silent and voice very low

The hand in hand on the cliff, we sat

To the hand in hand, when you last breathed

I didn't stop writing to you and tie a bow

There are many more letters coming in the row

I didn't mourn on your demise

Because there is going to reprise

One day our souls will again meet

And all those unread letters, I 'll make you read.

© Priyanka Bajaj

Amazing Meadow

Oh you glorious meadow,

Powers of whose unrevealed.

Souls of our, hold your shadow,

Just covering to be peeled.

Walk swiftly through the velvety grassland,

And commend the poise.

While don't be bothered of itchy hayland,

For one day we will again rejoice.

Stand still and listen to calm brook,

To feel the very existence of every bit.

For not to feel useless and dwell in nook,

As yielding will split.

Behold the nature of a dandelion,

Burning golden like our bruises days ago.

Flutter like airy umbrellas when blown,

For to let go hurt and accept bestow.

Feel like a butterfly, resting upon a flower,

Be a wanderer with the wanderlust,

To open up and sip the nectar,

For thriving life and it's crux.

Step in the meadow houses,

The burrow, the nest, the stable.

To adapt the turns posed,

For harmonizing change and be amicable.

Oh you surprising meadow,

In you, our lives are discovered.

We will forever listen to your mellow,

For the coming ways to be followed.

© Priyanka Bajaj