Parisha Shukla
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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 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.
...
When I first saw you, it just felt like usual.
Over the days—studying, growing—
I felt an imaginary warmth in your eyes.
...
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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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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