Thou hast granted her thy Grace for her profession,
So, we thank Thee ever and ever and praise Thee,
Thou hast kept her in Thy Palms five and ten years,
And Thou hast let her step onto Sixteenth year,
All in the past years Thou hast carried in Thee,
And she will be in Thee till the end by Thy Grace,
Worldly counts may not matter much,
Yet, they are Thy additional gifts unto us,
Yet, Thy Eternal Home is for us predestined,
So, keep us in Thee till the end by Thy Grace,
Thorns and spikes bled her in those tears,
But Thy Mercy and Will shielded her,
And it's our prayers unto thee to be in Thee ever.

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

To gaze upon thy radiant face — a glimpse of heaven’s lore,
The veil is drawn, the soul is torn — what lies behind that door?

Thy silence speaks in thunderous tones, a storm behind thy grace,
Each glance of thine unveils a world no mortal dared explore.

The dust that clings beneath thy feet — to me, it’s sacred ground,
I would trade the thrones of emperors to watch thy shadow soar.

The night may boast a thousand stars — they pale before thy flame,
The moon itself forgets to shine when thou dost heaven outpour.

In dreams I walk through burning winds, yet seek thee without fear,
For every wound becomes a rose when love’s the pain I bore.

O’ heart, retreat from fleeting things — thy cure is not of earth,
His smile contains the cure, the fire, the storm, the shore.

– The lover, still I carve thy name in verses none ignore,
For even Time shall bow its head where love and truth restore.