Anjali Roongta

Anjali Roongta

Hie! I am Anjali, an everyday girl in India who's trying to make imperfect and practical sustainable living a reality while also sharing insights from my decade long writing career as well as some poems and short stories.

Poetry

Hidden in my poemsAre my feeling for you,Wrapped in metaphors they cryWith love and longing for you.They scream your nameAs with zegumas, they bareMy body and my soul,In similies are hidden secrets,That they shy away from,In images is envisionedThat future…

Chappak

Trigger Warning- Mentions of sexual attacks and attacks against women Saw a movie on an acid attack survivor today. Came out of the theatre terrified. For a moment I was thankful that I am not as pretty as some other…

Man Enough

As he started at the Yakshasha, Shikhandi thought of his offer. The answer to all his troubles lay here. He could become a real man for a night, please his wife, and avert the war. Save his people.He opened his…

Fear

I come from a traditional family. When I was born, they got a horoscope made for me. Now I know astrology has been proved to be a pseudo-science and it’s kind of silly to put much weight in it but…

Motivation

Motivation. That elusive thing everyone struggles to find. Whether it’s the will to leave one’s comfortable bed or the drive to finish assignments on time, we are constantly looking for motivation. We search for it in others, in books, and…

Sense of Humour

Sense of Humour No it’s not funny,That joke you just made,Of my trauma, of my identity.It’s time to educate you,On what a sense of humour means,If you think laughing at someone’s pain cool, .You have a lot to learn, honey.Next…

Voice

A princess that slept a thousand years, Until she was recused by a prince, A princess that grew up sheltered, Taught to run, to avoid destiny, Instead if trying to fight it. They always will try to shut you up,…

Expression

I call it my craft, Yet there are those- Better at it than me, Doing it for free, Creating poetry, Full of rhythm, Vivid in imagery, Describing the human heart, And all its miseries, In a poetic capacity, Beyond my…