Posts by Anoushka Saharoy

Somewhere Down The Lane

The treasures of my cupboard are sprawled around me as I sit cross legged in between them all, rummaging fondly through the old box of

And So You’re Back

And so you’re back.   As the spring sun tickles the nape of my neck, you come closer to me and I can feel my

Broken Nib

And so she wrote, With smudged kohl, And reds licked off her lips; She wrote. As the alcohol gushed Through her veins Making the starless


Stay, they told me Every relation goes through bad times You can’t just give up And leave, they said. Stay, they told me. As my


I walk through the alleys; Alleys that whisper memories into my ears, Entwining a cold warmth with my heart. It’s funny how these memories work.

A Solitary Star

A barren sky, A solitary star. Thoughts that the space couldn’t contain And feelings the heart couldn’t; The wet grass felt home To the aching

Wild Rose

Broken petals; Insomniac nights; Drenched pillows; Full moon painted Black walls with silver Throwing light Upon the cold body Scrunched up on the carpet Hugging

Limitless Walls

Neon lights. Pastel walls. The walls were the palette of rebellion, They were the canvas of her imagination, Blues, purples, blacks, and silvers, There was

You Forget

“You’re the ideal daughter,” they all said.   “You’re the kind of woman a man would come home to,” they all said.   Why do

I am Light

I’m a string of fairy lights that’ll glow soft along the path . I’m that firework setting the dark night’s canopy ablaze. I’m that flame