Aarish

Joined September 2025

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Where the Walls Still Whisper Your Name
Dear Elliot, I know you think you live alone. That the apartment is yours. That no one walks these floors at night but you.
By Aarish4 months ago in Fiction
Somewhere I Meant to Stay
I start to say something— no, not say, more like reach for it, the way you might reach for light through a moving window.
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
Undone
crimson sighs loosen, gravity hums an old song— stillness takes its bow. Written in reflection of the Falling Leaves Challenge, held in September. Inspired by the winning haiku “Final Waltz” by Lamar Wiggins.
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
Becoming Whole
There comes a time when you stop trying to go back because you realize the person you were before no longer exists. You’ve shed pieces of yourself along the way: in heartbreaks, in disappointments, and in all the quiet goodbyes life never warned you about.
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
The Stranger Living Inside Us
We all carry someone we don't talk about. A voice that whispers when the world grow quiet. A face that looks back from the mirror but doesn't quite feel like ours. That hidden presence, the stranger living inside us, is both our shadow and our secret.
By Aarish4 months ago in Motivation
When Light Forgot My Name
I walked where golden afternoons once stayed, Their whispers clung like sunlight to the leaves. But dusk arrived—the tender hues decayed,
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
The Edge of Forward
It begins as a hush — a silence that isn’t silence, but the breath the world takes before it decides to move again. _______
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
Zoraiz and the Whisper of the Fields
Click HERE to read Episode 1. The summer days begin to stretch longer, as if the sun, too, were reluctant to leave the sky. The fields lazily bent at its heat, and Zoraiz’s world was the same goats, sheep, and Sarmad’s silent company. Still, something within him was evolving.
By Aarish4 months ago in Fiction
Zoraiz and the Whisper of the Fields
Zoraiz was twenty-three, caught in those strange years when everyone is trying to grow, to become something, to prove that their life means more than silence.
By Aarish4 months ago in Fiction
Lantern Light
The wind is lost in the trees. Somewhere ahead, a lantern burns — a quiet heart of fire swinging from the ribs of night.
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
The Masks We Wear
I smile, and no one sees the strain — They call it joy; I call it pain. This painted face, so calm, so bright, Was stitched together overnight.
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
The Sonnet of Shadows
Beneath the silver hush of midnight skies, I trace the glow your laughter left behind. A fleeting spark where tender daylight lies,
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets