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

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.

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