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Best Poems Written by Parisha Vasudeva

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Childish Curiosity

Days flash before me, like lightning in the sky
Another being exits my life, another one comes by
Childish innocence, foolishness and breaking friendships
They all seem unaffected, then why wasn’t I?

Life so continued, the corner seat, a quiet little child
Lost in space, thoughts running wild
Who are these people around me? Why do they matter?
Known as the child who never spoke, strange thoughts piled

Am I really the child my parents desire?
Cornered, I was, fleeing under the wire
Is silence really the best answer,
When it isn’t the answer these goons require?

Chuckling and laughing while watching me strive
Broken bones and broken child, the result we derive
What did I do to make their hatred thrive?
Do I bother people just by being alive?

Why are people like me born?
What purpose do we serve?
What is a man’s value measured by?
How does one calculate his worth?

“Don’t act like you’re the victim!”
How is it my fault, as they all say
When I never asked to be born in this world,
And I never asked to be treated this way?

Why do they think I’m twisted?
receiving pitiful glances as I walk by,
How do they still not understand?
It’s the demon inside that wants me gone, not I.

If childhood is the best part of one’s life, why do I spend most of my nights crying?
Are they so blind, when I say “I’m okay,” they never assume I’m lying?
Cherry blossoms fall, losing life, leaves are drying
It’s strange how people think autumn is so beautiful yet everything is dying.

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The World That Never Existed

Chest pounding like a wild horse 
Consoling my heart with a bunch of lies
Before me lays a battlefield
Disguised as a paradise…

Nothing in mind, nothing to fear
Making my move, the weight I bear
Silence lingered, but they didn’t mind
Lost in their own talk, my offer silently declined

Pain suppressed: the agony of rejection

My presence was realized
Yet, the pain did stay.
Their smile was endearing,
But the radiance wasn’t directed my way.

Our smiles stay fixed, but my heart was in shambles
Taking my step back, my conscience trembles
None shall realize, other than that girl amiss
My presence wasn’t welcome, so I returned to my bliss…

Standing by the doorway was an angel with a gentle smile,
My sunshine, my cure, my cheery mistress
She is mine and mine only.
An enchantress and a tangled frustrated mess…

She was my everything; my hope in despair
A rescue from my quarantine, my only light in this nightmare
Nobody can taint her; no mistakes, no flaws
Her laughter was addicting; and only I could be the cause

Passion overflowed: the obsession with fantasy

No one could understand my love, for none really tried
Tore it all apart, my love was forbidden
Completely destroyed; my once magical land
My carriage turned into a pumpkin, about to be ridden

Never did she return, as I fell into chasm
Nothing remained but life’s brutal sarcasm
The solitude of my fate was decided; my end listed
Remnants of the world I created: the world that never existed

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A Broken Heart

Its been a while since I saw you
Like a dead, broken flower by my doorway
Of all the times I had seen you
I couldn’t recall you looking as miserable as you did that day

Saying you lost everything you held dear
The memory still haunts you
You travelled across worlds and worlds just to be here 
Only to find nobody who wants you

The one you loved left you for somebody else
Pain never felt so agonising, it made your heart ache
While you were too young to know what love was
And too immature to endure heartbreak

But ponder, my dear, about all the lessons they had taught
The ecstasy they gave you; before they were gone
It feels so much better to say thanks and let go
Than to curse and hold on

I wont cease the tears, I’d let them leak
These tears will calm your soul, they’d leave you strong
People cry, not because they’re weak
but because they’ve been strong for too long

But do get up and fight, not people, however,
Its the weak who resort to violence
Your greatest foe is your fear
Your fear and your silence

So speak even if your voice shakes
Beginnings are always messy and it may take a while
Even if they left, there’s always something to be thankful for
Don’t just go, you too are somebody’s reason to smile

If the oceans can calm themselves, so can you
Everybody has a reason to be alive, and you do too
Me? I’d continue to write what you feel but are unable to say
Listen to my words, but do not look for me, look for you...

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The Woman

Held my breath, halted my step
A solitary mansion, a sky with lightning
The sound of footsteps
A night so frightening

As the footsteps came closer,
The outcome became clear.
I held my scream
And waited for her to appear

Death was inevitable
But I refused to die
That pale skin and black hair…
Why can no one hear my cry?

‘Rawwwwhh’ she said
As she proceeded to take my soul;
To tear my skin, suck my blood
Or eat me as a whole.

A hand captured my foot
My past decisions, I started to regret.
She was the woman I killed
How could I forget…

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Goodbye

Dear mom and dad, you told me I was your treasure
My heart quivers to ask you, why did you leave me to break under the pressure?

A worthless, wretched, withered flower, that was I
nonetheless, I always did my part
I dreamed of your embrace, wished for a little praise; yet your groans and snide remarks
Only shattered what was left of my heart

I was an dirty, filthy mattress, in desperate need of cleaning
Struck with wooden bat, each night, as i'd yelp
Your scoldings, your beatings, your old leather belt
It hurts to say, they never really helped

Dear lover, my love was true
It hurt to know, love was just a game for you

My heart was a mere counter on the board 
It would suffer turns and turns just to get to you
My veins were the lonely pathways
My blood still reeks of all the sorrows you've put me through

Life is a prison 
All doors shut tight, I'm captured in a chain 
There only ever is one escape
I never wished to stop living, I only wished to cease the pain

Tonight, as the clock strickes midnight 
My foot will caress the chair, I'll count till three
I died a long time ago
But tonight, I'd finally be free

Goodbye, beloved, father and mother
I hope one day you'd realize what these words meant
Signing off, Yours truly, 
A descendent, a progeny, a lover, a disappointment

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Goodbye - Alternate Version

Dear mom and dad, you told me I was your treasure
My heart quivers to ask you, why did you leave me to break under the pressure? 

A worthless, wretched, withered flower, that was I
Nonetheless, I always did my part
I dreamed of your embrace, wished for a little praise; yet your groans and snide remarks
Only shattered what was left of my heart

I was an dirty, filthy mattress, in desperate need of cleaning
Struck with wooden bat, each night, as i'd yelp
Your scoldings, your beatings, your old leather belt
It hurts to say, they never really helped

Dear lover, my love was true
It hurt to know, love was just a game for you

My heart was a mere counter on the board
It would suffer turns and turns just to get to you
My veins were the lonely pathways
My blood still reeks of all the sorrows you've put me through

You left; as i struggled to survived with all my might
You left; with nothing but a shoddy rope and a rusty dagger by my side

Life is a prison 
All doors shut tight, each moment I become less and less sane 
There only ever is one escape
I never wished to stop living, I only wished to cease the pain

Tonight, as the clock strickes midnight 
My foot will caress the chair, I'll count till three
I died a long time ago
But tonight, I'd finally be free

Goodbye, beloved, father and mother
Thank you for letting me die, thank you for not being aware
Signing off, Yours truly,
A descendent, a progeny, a lover, your worst nightmare

Such effort to write, when you wouldn't even read it, would you?
Pools of blood splattered on the floor, your ugly heart falling out, you couldn't watch as you disintegrate, could you?

Scraping your eyes, tearing your throat while you scream silently, motionless on your bed
After all, one can't really be convicted for murder when the murderer is already dead

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Little White Rose - My Love Part Ii

My heart beckons me, betrays, turning my head to your direction
As my sorry eyes, once again, located their way towards your lovely flock
Shuddered at my place, nauseous with hands shaking at the thought alone
Perhaps today was the day I’d reveal; today I’d find the courage to talk

For days, I had pondered the array of events, the consequences
Of the truth being unraveled, of the lies being defaced
Clenched my hands, a white rose of hope held tight
The same hand, days ago, with your sweet touch you’d graced

Alas, I was too afraid to peer into the depths of my heart
Too bemused by the noise, too afraid to voice what I so passionately felt
Unable to frame the words that would convey
How deep I had fallen, all the pain that had befallen and how I had dealt

Perhaps being a victim of love, I’d win your pity
Your kind heart may accept love, at the thought I beamed
I’d embellish my pain, and aching heart, I decide
However, the little rose turned to me and ‘coward’ it screamed

‘Your pain may only win your beloved’s sympathy, but never his love
He may only be your patron, but never play your lover’s part’
I frown at my naivety, then to the rose I ask
‘O dear queen of flowers, what is the quickest way to a man’s heart?’

‘The path to one’s heart, is never fast nor secure
A mere flower as I, never travelled through a heart’s paths and doors
Aren’t you a man too, with a heart alright?
Look deep inside and tell me, what’s the path to yours?

‘Love is all it takes, for one to find their way into the depths of my heart
A warm, welcoming hand, entrapping mine through life and wraith
A twinkle in their eyes, a modest blush, sweet words of true regard
A partner to guide me through the deserts of love and faith

‘Honesty with no deceit, a cozy hug, a sincere smile
And a vow of togetherness through everything we’d combat’
The little rose smiled, eyes fond and said,
‘O spirited lover, go ahead and give him just that…’

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Most Precious Gift

I ordered, one day, a cheery little music box
It arrived, and my husband wasn't too fond
It was the most darling music box I'd ever seen
Its peach body making rhythmic sounds, a glass swan atop, sitting like a queen

Sweet and soothing, it filled the house with joy
Each day, grew more fond, as I played with my little toy
Unbeaten its voice, dances like magic, its movement graceful and swift
Never bored, never tired it made me, my most precious gift

I dropped it, one day, the swan's wings, they broke a little
It continued to work just fine, save for the occasional fiddle
I kept it by my bedside, as it played all the sweet tones I admired
I let it play and play and play until I got annoyingly tired
Its music was hell to ears, its magic, now impaired
The gift we got was defective, how do I get this replaced or repaired?

Alas, frustrated, my husband and I buried it in the backyard
Yet its music dare not stop, night after nights as its screams catch us off guard
Burying couldn't get it rid, so we burned it until the music stops 
Screeching and screaming, the petty music box, we left its glass body to rot

A gift was just a gift after all, replaceable, fleeting
Slowly and slowly, the music died down, its heart no longer beating
My most precious gift, whose departure had left us haunted
My child was a gift to me, just not the one I wanted

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Answerless - My Love Part Iv

‘You are but an old pine, what do you know about love?’
Questioned the blueberry bushes, to the mighty tree above
‘A lonely tree in these lonely lands, the only pine
In this arena of shrubs; tell me, what do you know about love?’

‘More than you’d ever do, little one, in your life of a couple decades,
For centuries or so, I’ve watched this world where I resided
Life is aimless, so should be love; it is undying, unconditional and infinite 
Nothing can destroy this love, not even its futility, for love is always one-sided’

‘One-sided love is not love,’ the bushes inject, ‘it is but mindless torture
It’s pulling onto a thread with nothing on the other side
It’s hoping, it’s dependence on a reality that doesn’t exist
It’s pain and suffering, a constant needle in your pride

It’s looking at a mirage, while your love is looking at someone else
It’s a battle with your logic, your mind, your heart, the truth all through
It’s questioning why you’re never the chosen one; it’s counting your flaws
What did you do wrong? What do you lack? The faulty just has to be you

It’s calculating the deeper meaning, behind each word they utter 
Hoping each expression they mask may contain delicate hints; there are none
A battlefield with love as your strike, and indifference as response; you lose over and over
For real love is commitment, unwavering and requited from more sides than one

Escape this endless despair, young lover, 
Forget this love that’d only lead to heartbreak and pain.’
A gush of wind blew, and the plantation grew silent	
‘How?’ I’d wanted to ask, yet a hush was the only reply I’d gain

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Defaced

Faceless blobs soar through the sky
Countless figures passing by
Eyes to the ground, I try to miss his glance
The glint, although, tells me I have no chance

Darkness creeps into my senses, my soul
My heart sinks, unable to bear it at all
Escaping this void, the exit I must find
He needs no words, he can read my mind

And speak to me without uttering a word
“You’re worthless; a waste” Nothing left unheard
He beckons me to follow, and hatred he fires
And so, gets me to do whatever he desires

I, oh so willingly, follow my own destruction
As the cluster of leaves turn back to faces, my vision became free of his obstruction
He wasn't a human, not a disease nor its cure
He was this stifling feeling, I was forced to endure

Yet, clarity couldn’t fix what’s broken, lessen the agony I contain
He disappeared, although, his words still remain
Stirred so hard, I’m unable to undo; too weak to fight
This hollow bark, still unfilled, I’m empty from inside