By
Ankita Saha in
Poetry |
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Not everything is supposed to be the way it is,
I gazed at the empty lawn alongside the road behind my house and I couldn't walk past, but stopped.
The roads are meant to be walked upon,
And I could see flashes of bodies gathering near these tea-stalls,
Which now are padlocked,
And I realized that's Read More...
Published on Apr 26,2020 10:27 AM
By
Ankita Saha in
Poetry |
Reads: 276 |
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Perception is Power.For Knowledge hides behind,When what you perceive dissents from what is.And what you perceive creates your reality.
She’s a girl! – What about that cute kitchen-set for her birthday?And that’s a boy – Guns and Cars are for him to play.He didn’t retur Read More...
Published on Mar 30,2020 05:32 PM
By
Ankita Saha in
Poetry |
Reads: 2,424 |
Likes: 4
It is not in the crowd and the chaos
And never amid the endless talks,
It is neither with the one you fought,
Nor somebody who would guide, you thought.
It is not scribbled on a paper,
The Sunday column doesn’t know it either,
It resides not in the temple or the oratory,
And doesn’t come Read More...
Published on Mar 26,2020 09:37 AM
By
Ankita Saha in
Romance |
Reads: 631 |
Likes: 3
And finally, she decides to agree on the date for the Date. Tanya's first-ever date. The only time Tanya is otherwise seen, out with a man is with her Dad while he comes over to the city to see her, over lunch and sometimes over dinner too. That's the only kind of table-talk with a man she knew. Tha Read More...
Published on Mar 22,2020 06:41 PM
By
Ankita Saha in
Poetry |
Reads: 417 |
Likes: 1
I sensed your coming,
I knew your being,
Quite apparently,
Quite before you had arrived.
On a plain summer afternoon,
While the world outside lagged a little,
I was resting on the chair, slackly as ever,
With my fingers holding their cup of tea.
The white curtains of the window swung a littl Read More...
Published on Mar 22,2020 06:35 PM
By
Ankita Saha in
Poetry |
Reads: 1,017 |
Likes: 13
The skinny edges against the parched lawn,
still drenched in the early morning raindrops,
tasted a little cold, gray and soft.
I opened my hair and let it fall.
So I can feel it more and feel it all,
The chill in the breeze,
As it brushed through my face,
Through its fictitious bareness,
Washing off Read More...
Published on Mar 22,2020 06:28 PM
