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

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only ways for us to escape in case of occurrence such an event.

— Sanhita Baruah

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke, Another one bought from the store. If he lights one, his mind's lit up Another one burns a hole.

— Sanhita Baruah

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon....

— 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

And truths, these days, are spoken The same way promises are made, With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

— Sanhita Baruah

Another day. How long are you going to scroll down? SemicolonSmile

— Sanhita Baruah

Apologize! That's the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged.

— 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

A world full of "certainties"All the plans, all the vanities. Where black covers the white Suited in "confidence"- the constant fight. A million roads I dream to take One destination, knowing not I turn where. A green veil covers for two years, some two decades. But the "plan" awaits, new roads to make. I pant, I struggle, I do my best While they say,"You are, dear, but so inadequate".

— Sanhita Baruah