Aarsh Malik

Joined October 2025

80 stories

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Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words. Sharing self-help insights, fiction, and poetry on Vocal.

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Surviving the Ordinary
Some mornings the heart wakes up tired before the body even moves. We sit on the edge of the bed, thinking about everything
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Poets
Broken Wings
Sasha "Sash" Torres stared at her phone, heart hammering in her chest. The news flashed across the screen—Mara "M" Williams found dead in alley, overdose suspected. The words hit like a physical blow, and she felt the room tilt around her, the floor beneath her feet becoming a distant memory.
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Fiction
Father, the Unspoken Roots
You were the silence between words the space that taught me to breathe, the weight of the world resting on your shoulders
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Poets
Rooted in the Storm
On nights like this, The wind howls through branches, A warning in the gusts, Bending but not breaking. In the distance,
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Poets
The Color That Chose Her
Some children paint on paper. She paints on herself — as if her little body is the only canvas bold enough to hold the colors she carries inside.
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Poets
Veins of Midnight
The daylight stretches thin across her shoulders, Coffee cold in chipped mugs, Loose papers scattered like fallen leaves,
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Poets
The Soft Rebellion of Lila Hart
If anyone ever asked Lila Hart when her life started to shrink, she never really knew what to say. Maybe it was the third year of Micah’s unpredictable temper, maybe the first time she said sorry for something she didn’t even do.
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Fiction
Man Who Outlived His Own Story
The room had stopped belonging to anyone years ago. Its walls didn’t whisper—they watched, the way abandoned places do when they’ve collected too many endings and not enough exits.
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Writers
The Room I Refused to Remember
For most of my life, I’ve been annoyingly good at avoidance. Not the fun kind, like dodging responsibilities for a weekend getaway, but the subtle, deep-rooted kind, pushing memories into corners until they shrivel into something shapeless and quiet.
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Fiction
Rest Easy, Love
Hello, love. Did you think silence could keep me away? Did you think locking the bedroom door would make the memory of my breath stop lingering on your neck?
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Fiction
Finding Yourself Again
There comes a moment when you stop trying to rewrite the past because you realize it isn’t coming back the way it left. You’ve outgrown versions of yourself you didn’t even know you were shedding — through endings you didn’t choose, through changes you weren’t ready for, through every silent ache that taught you how to breathe again.
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Poets
Whispers Across the Night
Dear Moon, You’ve watched the world move quietly, haven’t you? The way lights go out in windows, the way people stumble through promises—
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Poets