Like dark rain splashing across my skies,
These foaters blur my aging eyes.
And the ears aren't any better, see,
My hearing depends on a battery.
At times my tongue trips on your name;
Or wrong words spill out my brain.
I find hairs where they don't belong,
And crepe skin hanging lose and long.
There's brown spots on my once clear skin,
This aging thing is the real sin.
I creak, I rattle, I leak and prattle,
Cause no one listens when I speak.
But,
Remember this.
I taught you how to use a spoon,
Sang good-night songs in your room.
Tucked you in, made you safe,
Made your home your go to place.
I sat you on your bicycle seat,
And ran behind you down the street.
I walked you to and from your schools,
Shared with you my secret rules.
And when the time comes that I'm gone,
You'll remember I wasn't always wrong.

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

Do you respect your

parents when they act rashly?


'That's a trick question?'

Keep On
Cat calling
Me!??!
Man, come on!

I was taught
To always act
A freakin' queen
Never to fall
on shattered pie-ces

Each morning I'm cat called
on the walk to work
By some incels with mommy issues
All they can do is oggle
At the awesome *** God gave you



Ain't got clue what to do with it
In real life
if you survived
past saying hi

Aw it's cute that
you assume
you could handle all
That I
Outside the fantasy

"Are you on ***?"
"I'm talking to you nicely and you come at me with rudeness"
This… is you
reacting to the version of me
that sets boundaries

Grand edict of Eros,
bestowed upon a meadow
that turns into a bog
in the monsoon.

Trapping and collapsing
even the most well-armoured heart—
Heart that walks in a circle,
following the breadcrumbs that lay
on the bloodied earth,
next to the bodies and arrows.
Crumbs that lead to one
meeting themselves.

Bodies, disposable;
souls, crafted into sapience by the flesh,
clipped coins and the pittance of a care
for the wounded heart.

Only steel pierces the heart, truly—
even fish in the corals have more depth.

I can understand that one is knowledgeable,
While understanding that this is not correlative or indicative of intelligence.
Likewise, I can understand one is both, or can be both,
And respect that in specific.
Yet; I can likewise understand,
That while the aforementioned individual(s)
Merits respect in that or those specific aspect(s) and/or attribute(s),
That that individual lacks patience & compassion.
And so that individual is ultimately unworthy/undeserving
Of any greater respect than in understanding them.

Otherwise, I hamper myself & only hinder others
In both intelligence & understanding.

Conversely, I can appreciate that one may understand what they're talking about
Even if I don't fully understand the experience as described.
Whether this is an aspect of one's own ignorance, as in a lack of understanding or confusion,
Or to/by the nature of how/what information is conveyed.
I can appreciate that communication can sometimes be difficult.
I can respect that individual still;
But only if they're earnestly, honestly trying & attempting to.
Only if they're honest & forthright in it & even about it.

Otherwise, they hamper only themselves & hinder others
In both knowledge & intelligence.

You never said more than ten words to me                                                               ­                                                      and  that's just a **** tragedy                                                     ­                   You had a hard time showing your love                                                      made  me feel not good enough                                                           ­   You  never said I am proud of you                                                          so  I  stopped trying to prove  it to  you                                                          ­  You  ignored me most of my life                                                             ­      and that cut me like a knife                                                            ­       Old woman take a look at me                                                               ­   I'm  more than you'll ever be                                                               ­          Now I look at you with pity                                                             ­        I  didn't need you to validate me