Ankita Saha

Not everything is supposed to be the way it is.

By Ankita Saha in Poetry | Reads: 253 | Likes: 0

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

Knowledge is NOT Power, Perception Is.

By Ankita Saha in Poetry | Reads: 279 | Likes: 0

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

In Solitude, You Rise.

By Ankita Saha in Poetry | Reads: 2,475 | 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: 651 | 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

Your Advent.

By Ankita Saha in Poetry | Reads: 427 | 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

If Words Could Speak.

By Ankita Saha in Poetry | Reads: 1,029 | 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

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