“A fleeting second on someone's news feed,No dearth of meanings for those who read,Not my stories but 'tis what I think,I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.”
Sanhita Baruah“Never follow the crowd....Until and unless you're crossing the road...”
Sanhita Baruah“Attraction is often mistaken to be love. If you're in a relationship doesn't necessarily mean you're in love. And what do you do when that ephemeral attraction is long gone? What people call break-ups are nothing more but the realization that you didn't love them at the first place...Shouldn't you have been more careful before making those empty promises?”
Sanhita Baruah“If I tell you I am upset about everything that's going on around me, you will probably ask me why, half listening, half wandering away in your own train of thoughts...If I tell you I am happy, you will probably not bother to know why, congratulating me and forgetting..I should rather tell you I am fine, satisfied, you will probably tell me your own issues then, for which I will be all ears”
Sanhita Baruah“And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care...”
Sanhita Baruah“I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,and when you will be gone,just like every one else,I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer...and hoping that you'll be backI will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains...”
Sanhita Baruah“Life is, at times, tough...And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it...”
Sanhita Baruah“I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.”
Sanhita Baruah“What can you do for love?Can you leave a person for love?Can you leave a country for love?I think I wouldn't even leave my couch for love”
Sanhita Baruah“Loving is effortless.. while Relationships, they require your time and patience... the two things we all lack..”
Sanhita Baruah“Because there are a million thoughts that never sleepand a million more that wake up as each second passes by...And it's insanity insidebut I can no longer keep quietOh, I can't speak as wellI need to writeI have to write...”
Sanhita Baruah