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Parisha 4d
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
Just a small piece of mine, which helped me to be more happy in my life...
Parisha 6d
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?
Parisha Sep 11
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?
Parisha Sep 3
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
Something that i wondered in these past days.. maybe my brain grown old.. 🤧
Parisha Aug 23
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.
For someone special... Hopefully i could show him this someday..
Parisha Jul 12
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
Parisha Jul 12
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
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