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 May 20
Parisha
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.

—Parisha
 May 20
Parisha
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.

Tragedy, unfortunate, unexpected—
All those words can’t describe the whole way.

When I look behind for the one,
His smile never fades within me.
An auspicious day was meant to enjoy,
Not to be drowned away with life.

The other was the girl—irritating, but good,
Her absence just shattered my mood.
I remember her: skeptical, enjoyable.
But maybe I never deserved her.

They both remind me
How unfair life sometimes becomes.
People who wish to live, eventually leave,
While those who wish to leave, eventually stay.

-Parisha
Just a heartfelt condolences for my two childhood friends...,💔

— The End —