Aarsh Malik

Joined October 2025

82 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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Tragedy in Rhode Island: When Violence Shattered an Ordinary Day
The gunshots in Rhode Island did not begin when the weapon fired. They began much earlier, in a mind that slowly shifted from frustration to fixation, from anger to action. By the time the trigger was pulled, something inside the shooter had already hardened.
By Aarsh Malik28 days ago in Psyche
Are Weight Loss Injections the Future of Obesity Treatment or Just Another Billion-Dollar Trend?
A weekly injection. A quieter appetite. A body that finally begins to respond. For someone who has battled weight for years, that is not vanity. That is relief.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Psyche
Strength Starts Silently
Silent skies stretch slowly, Shadows sliding softly, Stars shimmering, scattering silver sparks. Sleepless souls stare skyward,
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Poets
Too Young for Rectal Cancer? A Growing Number of Americans Aren’t
For years, rectal cancer carried an unspoken label. It was something that happened later. Something tied to aging, retirement, and routine screenings that began after fifty. Younger bodies, we believed, were largely spared.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Humans
Everyone Hurts You
Smiles are borrowed Pain is owned Promises whispered Then overthrown *** Hands feel warm Hearts stay cold Truth gets bent
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Poets
I Lost My Voice in 30 Hours
Yesterday, I lost my Medium account. Not a password. Not a login. A history. Months of effort disappeared in a single night. Hundreds of posts. Countless revisions. Late hours spent wrestling ideas into sentences. What vanished was not just content but continuity. Writing is accumulation. Each piece leans on the last. When that structure collapses, the loss feels physical.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Confessions
Hold the Door
The note was taped to the elevator wall on a Monday. Plain paper. Black ink. Careful handwriting. If you are reading this, please press the door open button for a moment. It helps more than you think.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Fiction
Misfit
In our community, they show you one life and call it the right one. ** One path. One definition of winning. One shape everyone is expected to bend into.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Poets
Veiled Pages
Hidden ink ✒️✨ shifts lines Truth dances 💃🕵️‍♂️ in veiled whispers 🌫️ Pages breathe deceit ⚡📜 These words are not just poetry .. they are a reflection of reality. The files have been tampered with, hidden, and reshaped to shield the guilty. Truth is not negotiable, and silence is complicity. 🌑✊
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Poets
The Epstein Files: Secrets, Power, and the Shadows They Hide
Some stories don’t wait for you to discover them .. they grab you by the throat. The Epstein Files are one of those stories. They reveal not just crimes, but a hidden architecture of influence, privilege, and immunity that few dare to examine.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Criminal
What Fell Away First
I didn’t notice the moment I stayed upright, I just felt the road stop asking me to fight. *** Something loosened without making a sound,
By Aarsh Malik2 months ago in Poets
While the Gown Wasn’t Mine
The gown didn’t belong to me. It never does. *** It ties you into someone else’s rules, someone else’s timing, someone else’s decisions.
By Aarsh Malik2 months ago in Poets