Sanchari Das's Blog

My Anxiety (Poetry)

My anxiety
Doesn’t let me sleep.
It keeps me awake
All night:
Listing everything
That can go wrong
In my life,
Listing everything
That went wrong
In the past.

My anxiety
Doesn’t let me breathe.
It keeps me on my toes
All day long:
Imagining all the
Possible dangers
That can threaten
My existence
On this world.

My anxiety
Doesn’t let me relax.
It kills me slow
With every single second:
Counting my flaws,
Cursing me for my faults,
Reliving past mistakes,
Drowning me in guilt,
Till I grasp for breathe.

My anxiety
D...

I’m Tired, I Wanna Stop (Poetry)

I’m tired
Of running:
From my past,
From my anxiety,
From my truth.

I’m tired
Of explaining:
My fears,
My actions,
My tears.

I’m tired
Of apologizing:
For my flaws,
For my opinions,
For being myself.

I’m tired
Of fighting:
Against my destiny,
Against the society,
Against my own heart.

I’m tired
Of the world
That doesn’t
Understand me;
I’m weary
Of the people who
Doesn’t Understand:
The reasons why
I’m always anxious,
Always running,
Always fighting;
The reasons why
I feel this desperate urge
To explain,
To apolog...

You Are Beautiful (Poetry)

You are beautiful:
With your tired eyes,
With your dusky complexion,
With your weary heart,
You are beautiful.

You are beautiful:
With your eyes
That can see the
Truth beneath the lies,
You are beautiful.

You are beautiful:
With your dark skin
That suffered the
Burns of cruel words,
You are beautiful.

You are beautiful:
With your heart
That fought against
The harsh realities of life,
You are beautiful.

You are beautiful:
Without mascara,
Without lipstick,
Without concealer,
Without a hint of makeup,
You ...

Love Becomes A Trap (Poetry)

Humans have a strange way
Of expressing their love
By hurting their beloved,
And calling that love!

If they fancy a bird,
They express it
By locking it in a cage.

If they admire a flower
They express it
By plucking it away.

If they adore an animal
They express it
By capturing it as a pet.

And that’s always how
A parent loves their child:
By trapping them in their nest,
Instead of teaching them to fly.

It’s always how
A lover loves their beloved:
By chaining them down
Instead of setting them free...

The Meditative Pen : Ink Meets the Divine || Author Interview: Dipa Sanatani || Books: Kingfisher, Ink Stained Soul and Divinely Destined

In a world that often glorifies noise over stillness, Dipa Sanatani writes from a space where silence speaks first. Through this conversation, she reflects on her evolving journey as a writer — from the disciplined precision of journalism to the artistic flow of storytelling, and finally, to the profound spiritual immersion that defines her later works. But The Meditative Pen: Ink Meets the Divine is not merely a reflection on writing — it is a revelation of how words themselves can become a...

Harmony with the Natural World || Author Interview: Dipa Sanatani || Books: Divinely Destined and Illuminator

In a world increasingly distanced from its natural roots, Dipa Sanatani’s works stand as luminous reminders of the sacred harmony between humanity and the Earth. Across her books — Divinely Destined and Illuminator — she weaves intricate allegories where forests speak, destinies unfold in cycles, and the natural world becomes both mirror and muse.

Her stories do not simply dwell in the realm of the imagination; they pulse with spiritual resonance and philosophical insight, compelling readers ...

You Were My Love (Poetry)

You were just a dream
That comes to an end
With the break of dawn.

You were just a fantasy
That bursts open
With the touch of reality.

You were just a fascination
That disappears
With the brush of truth.

You were like a fairytale
That fades away
With the struggles of life.

You were just a
Figment of my imagination,
That lives and dies
Only in memories.

You will always be
Another player
In the game of
My unrequited love.

My heart will beat
A bit slower now;
My breathe will fall
A little weaker n...

One Hundred Names : Cecelia Ahern || Book Review

“Every single ordinary person has an extraordinary story.”

~One Hundred Names, Cecelia Ahern

Stories are what the world is made of. Stories are what makes are human. Stories are what link us to one another. Stories are strewn everywhere, if only one has the eyes and the heart to capture them.

And when Kitty Logan loses her way as a reputed journalist, she finds her story left in bits and pieces to be discovered within the list of One Hundred Names that Constance left her.

In her chase t...

The Book of Tomorrow : Cecelia Ahern || Book Review

“We have to make our own tomorrows.”

~The Book of Tomorrow, Cecelia Ahern

Sometimes when life kicks us down, it’s not how we fight back that makes us win, but how we stand up and embrace it.

But when life turns her world upside down, Tamara Goodwin decides to combat it with a heavy leather-bound locked book from a traveling library.

What started as a curious feat, soon turns into something she never imagined as she discovers within its pages the power of the future to change the present...

Thanks for the Memories : Cecelia Ahern || Book Review

“Sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.”

~Thanks for the Memories, Cecelia Ahern

Memories can be that glue which holds us together when we feel like our world is falling apart. It doesn’t matter whether it’s our own memories we hold or someone else’s. What matter is we have the glue to give us a tiny spark of hope.

Just when Joyce Conway thought her life was slipping into darkness, she begins to remember things she shouldn’t: knowledge she never learnt, ...