Have you ever wondered?
How tired a person can be—
Not physically, not even mentally
but—
Something that this world might never see.

I asked myself,
"Parisha, how you've grown up, don't you love your childhood?"
And only i could hear back was......
the calm voice of my warm breeze.

Though, it amazes me—
Amazes me with the miracles,
Miracles that might represents me as mad  as world won't believe....
But, don't do I deserves to feel—Special?

Special to be my God's priority,
Special to be someone worth enough for my loved ones,
Special to be the person the world might stop and ask,
“Hey… are you okay?”

Tired of hoping,
Tired of waiting,
tired of loving someone so deep
that my heart feels older than my years as it is—

And still I wonder—
why does it amaze me,
that I can face this world
with the happiest smile?

Isn’t it strange?
How the world pretends, all the way—
Everyone’s childhood, dreamy, tender, full of love.
But somewhere, somehow, we changed?

We grew up…
Grew up with stereotypes.
Grew up to be “mature.”
Grew up to sacrifice.
Grew up to never return to our inner child.
Grew up to stop hanging out carefree.
Grew up to lose people.
Grew up to face the harsh glare of reality.
Grew up just to become—something.

But in becoming something,
didn’t we forget what it meant to be everything?

Lucky are the ones who could still be the one.
But what about the ones like me—left somewhere in between?

Every day —
I pass a hundred faces,
With eyes that flicker with stories
I’ll never get to hear.

Once in a while, travelling in the local,
Questions pop into my mind without my permission...

Do we ever realise?

The people we meet for the first time
might be our last chance to have their glance.

Strange... to wonder if they ever mattered, ever cared.

Do they know?
That this was our only meeting?
That this smile
was our first and final exchange?

We keep living,
like we have time—
like we don’t say goodbye to Strangers.
But, unfortunately,
we just never see them again.

And that’s why I’m afraid to call you a stranger.
Because, you know what?
I don’t want you
to be that stranger in my life
ever.

The one who leaves without care,
who disappears into distance...
Where are those promises, those talks, those glances?

Even if someday... we became strangers,
please be the one who might leave my heart—
but never my soul.

He never knew the storms he calmed,
With just a glance, a laugh, a smile.
He never knew how deep I sank,
Until his light reached me, quiet, and kind.

Last night, sleep refused to come —
I waited, stared, held back a sigh.
Just hoping he might say a word,
Or send a sign, a soft reply.

But morning came with empty air,
He didn’t show — and I just stared.
At benches, books, the teacher’s voice,
While colours drained from everywhere.

He never knew how much it hurt,
To sit and smile, pretend, obey —
When all I wished was just to see
His silly grin light up the day.

He never knew, and maybe won’t,
How much he helped me breathe again.
Unbelievable! Someone whome I've never talked to-
Still in his silence,I found my strength.

You never knew you're the only star
My sky still chases every night —
Because no other light has ever
Matched the warmth you gave so right.

You never knew, you still don’t see —
You’re a soul I can’t replace.
Not because I need your love...
But because you gave me grace.

—Parisha

I remember the day we last talked—
One was at my home, the other at the coach.
Never knew you both had really moved
To a place I could never know.

Tragedy, unfortunate, unexpected—
All those words can’t describe the whole way.

When I look behind for the one,
His smile never fades within me.
An auspicious day was meant to enjoy,
Not to be drowned away with life.

The other was the girl—irritating, but good,
Her absence just shattered my mood.
I remember her: skeptical, enjoyable.
But maybe I never deserved her.

They both remind me
How unfair life sometimes becomes.
People who wish to live, eventually leave,
While those who wish to leave, eventually stay.

-Parisha