Parisha Shukla Poems

Every now and then I wonder,
Is this world ever connected?
With all those parallels, it makes me amazed—
Are those meant to be forgiven in this way?
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I remember the day we last talked—
One was at my home, the other at the coach.
Never knew you both had really moved
To a place I could never know.
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When I first saw you, it just felt like usual.
Over the days—studying, growing—
I felt an imaginary warmth in your eyes.
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Once a day, thoughts of QUITTING,
It was ages before or is it just me who aged?
Hearing whispers—
'Oh girl! Don't overthink, you're just a child.'
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Ages, years, days, months…
All night, all day…
Why does this world seem lost in greys?
I wonder if this is too much to be real
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Have you ever wondered?
How tired a person can be—
Not physically, not even mentally
but—
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Isn't it strange?
How the world pretends, all the way—
Everyone's childhood, dreamy, tender, full of love.
But somewhere, somehow, we changed?
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Every day —
I pass a hundred faces,
With eyes that flicker with stories
I'll never get to hear.
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The wave of storm,
Full of coldness,
Which never came in person,
But — emotionally.
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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.
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