Who are you? Who goes there? What's going on in here?

What is this? Where are we? How can this situation be rectified?

I must head home now and recommence my slumber and then recommence my daily routine which involves business and transaction.

Where is the sky? Why is it so dark? There is no wind. This silk conforms to the malice of my twisted features and to the protrusions of my warped physiology. Why am I within a cocoon?

will the rain ever stop?
Will the clouds ever run?
Will the water run clear this soon?
Questions
that will spiral down this whirlpool
that begins to build
as the rain pours

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

Who resides in the large stately homes?
Are they average, are they beautiful?
Are they kind or are they cruel?
Are they both perhaps?
Does it matter?
Who calls the stately homes their own?
Have they longed for it all their lives?
Did they grow up on the outskirts of society,
always wanting for more?
Do they wake up each day and thank God?
What keeps them up when night comes to call?
What haunts them at three
when demons prey on their slumber?
Who is the stranger inside?

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