Ages, years, days, months…
All night, all day…
Why does this world seem lost in greys?
I wonder if this is too much to be real
Or is it just my vision lost in crepuscule?

I promise, I am not arrogant as you think,
I just— don't know how to act.
I promise, I am not jealous as you think,
I just —crave appreciation for my work out of care.
I promise, I am not someone who loves to ditch our group plans,
I just —prioritize the rules and words my loved ones say.
I promise, I don't love to lie or hide my things,
I just— don't want you all to be disappointed.
I promise, I am not someone who loves to scream every time,
I just—feel disappointment in myself.
I promise, the things you think I never care about,
Those are the literal ones that haunt me everywhere…
Haunt me — self-doubt, questioning myself more than anyone ever could.
And at a moment i wonders—

Don’t I Deserve to be me,too?

When I first saw you, it just felt like usual.
Over the days—studying, growing—
I felt an imaginary warmth in your eyes.

How beautiful the time is...
Without talks, laughs, or gossips,
I had a whole confession shaped in my mind.

Over time, you're still stuck in my eyes,
With the fear: what if a day arrives
When I lose you—officially?

Was it my soul playing,
Or was it just our hearts whispering?
I'm still waiting... to open up completely.

But tangled questions still scare me...
Was it just me, living in a world of imaginary?
I've never felt this way before.
I just hope it won’t break me completely.

I don’t know if you’ll ever know this, but—
Across the universe,
You’re the star I aim to reach.
Not by forcing, hurting, or crying,
But by walking the path of loving.

And even if the universe doesn’t choose me
To be with you someday...
I will still love you—
Being an imaginary root, always

Last time,
with lost grief,
I kept thinking of something,
that never found an answer.

The day I asked the universe:
Why? Why do you never let the world drive by itself—
without your rules, without its taste?
But silence whispered, unexplainably,
Or maybe.. I just didn’t hear.

I see people moaning,
“Oh God! Please call me to yourself!”
But you never call them.

I see people crying,
“Oh God! Please forgive my mistakes, spare my life!”
But I guess... they are your favourites.

From here, from there,
I wonder...
Why do they both ends the same way?
Both cries, only perspectives apart :
one wants to stay, while other wishes to leave.

I asked the universe again:
Why? Why do those who wish to live, eventually leaves...
while those who wish to leave, eventually stays?

Guess what? These questions covered up in the silence again..

It’s been months, unanswered...
Or maybe it’s just unexplainable.

Maybe the universe breathes in paradox.
And that itself is the answer.

—Parisha

The wave of storm,
Full of coldness,
Which never came in person,
But — emotionally.
Strange, right?

Then that night,
When you ask yourself for the first time,
Ever realising...

With all that pain, sitting with a stain,
Till the date I doubted —
Does it ever make sense?

What is love?
How does it feel?
Will I be able to imagine like Aladdin–Jasmine?
Then those questions — revolving, staying,
Until you start finding it in every person, right?

After a while, you realises
How much courage it takes...
To love,
To stand,
To hope,
To wait.

Then suddenly, this world becomes imaginary,
As if it just never existed,
Because you never knew — or maybe not —
How much this feeling actually takes...

Huh! Love — a chemical reaction!
With a lot of exceptions —
I wonder...
Why do we ever love the one whom we can never be with?
With confusions, doubts, and overthinking...
As if it is just not meant for me...

Until the day... out of the blue...
Those beautiful eyes meet your gaze —
As if it’s just our heart that talked,
and we both remained stay.
And then, growing every day with your life
Realising how those 5 seconds meant you a life....
Not in one day but,there would be a day...when you'll truly realise —


You finally found a HOME.

– Parisha

Once a day, thoughts of QUITTING,
It was ages before or is it just me who aged?
Hearing whispers—
"Oh girl! Don't overthink, you're just a child."
But... how did this girl learnt to feel this way?

Back in days, this messy, inactive Angel…
She made mistakes and advancements at the same time.
Following her years with Covid-19,
Grew an ache of anger with a belief that—
The world was completely against her.

Then that day, when tears fell…
Wait—were those the thoughts of the overthinker me again?
And that was the time I recognised
Myself, with numerous talents to shine.

Today, an orator, poet, painter—she transformed.
But never gained the courage to own the title of best person.
She changed me, my young self, but…
Why is it me writing all these things as a memory of guilt again?
Maybe… it’s just me who aged—
Not my guilt.

-Parisha

Every now and then I wonder,
Is this world ever connected?
With all those parallels, it makes me amazed—
Are those meant to be forgiven in this way?

I pity the young, staring at themselves on pieces,
How must they have spent their days?
Those birthdays, those meetups, those laughs—
Are those meant to be forgiven in this way?

Do we grow to live or live to grow?
How the world has changed from words
By foreplay, from growing to gaining...
Maybe all these mean some volume, some intensity.
But I, here, writing all these words—will they ever reach with printing grace?
Maybe, I guess, these things are meant to be forgiven in this way.

—Parisha