Parisha Shukla

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Parisha Shukla Biography

Hi, I'm Parisha Shukla, a teen poetess from Mumbai-India, and writing has been my way of understanding myself and the world around me. My journey with poetry began in a deeply personal way—because of someone who left a lasting impact on my life.How strange it is? That person barely be knowing about this and along ths way I started putting my emotions into words when speaking them felt impossible, and that's how I discovered my love for writing. Since then, poetry has become my voice, my solace, and my way of expressing what I feel in ways that words alone sometimes cannot capture. My poems often reflect my inner world—the joys, sorrows, hopes, and struggles of growing up. Pieces like " He Never Knew, " " Between Greys and Promises, " and " When Growing Up Hurts" are inspired by my experiences, my observations of life, and the emotions I feel deeply. I write to understand myself, to connect with others, and sometimes simply to make sense of the world. My poetries has been been to various collections and i am proud to say that i am currently working on my novel as well. In person, I'm reflective, curious, and imaginative. I draw inspiration from everything around me—relationships, nature, human emotions, and even my love for science and astronomy. I like to explore life both through creativity and knowledge, and that curiosity often finds its way into my poems. Many of my works are published on PoemHunter and HelloPoetry, and I'm grateful that people connect with my words. Writing, for me, is not just art—it's a way to feel, to heal, and to inspire others to express themselves too. Through my poetry, I hope to share my journey, my thoughts, and my emotions, and to leave a small imprint on the hearts of those who read my words. Even at a young age, I believe words have the power to reach far and touch deeply—and that's the magic I chase with every poem I write.)

The Best Poem Of Parisha Shukla

The Noise Of Silence

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?

I pity the young, staring at themselves on pieces,
How must they have spent their days?
Those birthdays, those meetups, those laughs—
Are those meant to be forgiven in this way?

Do we grow to live or live to grow?
How the world has changed from words
By foreplay, from growing to gaining...
Maybe all these mean some volume, some intensity.
But I, here, writing all these words—will they ever reach with printing grace?
Maybe, I guess, these things are meant to be forgiven in this way.

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