In another universe,
they sway hand in hand.
Dancing on moon dust,
In a silver dreamland.
Stars hum their blessing,
the Earth fades from view,
two souls in forever,
where love feels brand new.
No gravity binds them, no ending, no soon just endless soft laughter, dancing on the moon.

For you,
I shall wave away that which clouds your sight.
In the ocean of the sky,
you glow ever so bright,
casting warmth over ice.
Existence orbits around your light.
I may lack radiance,
but you glow so effortlessly,
shining through my moon.
You're bright enough for the both of us.

Upon the stage of unsung heroes,
Stands the pale and hollow of stars,
she foretells of Men and their woes,
“The world’s end is near, and the near
Will come, be it now or tomorrow.”
The sun, old and withering
Soared its dying lights in the sky,
We thought the night has come,
And the day might soon follow,
Yet the moon, crippled by the sight,
Cracked and died, its crystals fade.
If ever be hope of life in the dark,
Let the beasts swamp the shades.
And if planets roamed far into
The abyss, in search of shelter,
That pale star, lonely and new
Would spread its arms, “come
To my reach, giants of air and
Beautiful intricate rocks, soak
Not all of my powers, watch me
Gain my strength with time,
And dance around me as I
grow mute to all neighboring
hot, lively and cunning stars.

My mom told me:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.
you are not just a child of mine,
you are a child of the universe
born from fire,
shaped by silence,
destined for infinity.
And when I asked her,
“what is the meaning of all this?”
she smiled,
and said:
to live is to remember
that you are more than yourself,
that the cosmos speaks in your breath,
and every goodbye
is the seed of another hello.

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

I felt myself in the universe,
It was like the stars above,
Took me in as their own.
I was at home —
I was undisturbed; free.

As I wandered the celestial,
I was embraced by the void,
And loved by the emptiness.
I was at peace —
I was so careless; blind.

And in the warmth of the vast eons,
I lost myself in their touch;
A lonely, quiet death.
I was solus —
I was so afraid; caged.

Infinity was not forever,
By God, did I know better,
Still, I trusted the calm.
I was naive —
I was so hollow; bare.

Nothing became everything to me,
And who I was disappeared,
Claimed by space and vacuum.
It was perfect —
It was what I wanted.

Because,
I was loved by the emptiness.

And so too, was the emptiness,
Loved by me.