Parisha Shukla
Parisha Shukla Poems
Oh my Twilight,
How much do I have to change?
From completing the cycle of care,
To pretending I don't care at all—
...
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.
...
Every night, every day,
Walking through the world—so low and high,
Not the one meant as uncertainty of road,
But what if it was uncertainty of thoughts?
...
I grew—
And somewhere, in another universe,
my younger self would've never imagined.
...
Once on a beautiful day,
standing in my beautiful dress,
wondering—
"Why this world cannot be good for all? "
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I wait for you every day—
from the first breeze of morning
till the last yawn of my night.
Do I matter to you the same?
...
Today's moon was beautiful—
Shining all the way,
It reminded me—
How this world would've been beautiful without you!
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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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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
...
Have you ever wondered?
How tired a person can be—
Not physically, not even mentally
but—
...
Isn't it strange?
How the world pretends, all the way—
Everyone's childhood, dreamy, tender, full of love.
But somewhere, somehow, we changed?
...
Every day —
I pass a hundred faces,
With eyes that flicker with stories
I'll never get to hear.
...
The wave of storm,
Full of coldness,
Which never came in person,
But — emotionally.
...
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
Your Imperfect Perfectionist
Oh my Twilight,
How much do I have to change?
From completing the cycle of care,
To pretending I don't care at all—
it do made me stronger,
but it broke me in ways I never named.
The thing i wish you asked,
'Don't you ever want to know this person?
Won't this universe let this person
give the piece she ever wanted—
The one she wrote in a longing stay? '
My Twilight,
Won't you let this Imperfect Perfectionist in,
Inside your world for j—just a second?
Not to be the part of you, but my parts to be yours..
Just to whisper in your ears—
'You're here safe'.
What more do I desire
than someone who sees me as a soul?
How ironic? you… you can't be that person,
But still you're the only One
I keep waiting to give my everything to.
How come you still don't feel, huh?
Oh my Twilight,
You're the person whome i might never forget
even if i want to—
I wish,
If you could be the one who might leave my heart—
But not this Imperfect Perfectionist, Please.
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