About Ananya.

A mere woman from India running in her 20’s.
Being called woman just sounds sexy but the ‘girl’ traits exists more in me.
I happen to aspire success and that feeling of contentment, both at the same time via
‘Words’. An ongoing affair with books, which leaves me perplexed for some reason, every time. Jotting down the raw thoughts is what brings my chaotic soul to peace and which is what brings me here.
अनन्या शर्मा| They call me ‘Annie’. ❤

          This chubby one with big beautiful black eyes; I always flatter about.

The following phrases molded poetically by me portrays Ananya.

I, a poem on self.

Loved by numerous.
Perhaps not liked by a few.
They choose me over others,
Maybe ‘cause I never forget to step in their shoes.

A self lover.
For, I admire the kind I am.
A raging river,
Questing after a dam.

Craving calmness,
Yet, defying loneliness.
A lioness,
Fearing wilderness.

Too uncertain,
Yet, too proud.
Full of pain, not at all sane
Yet, I love to face the crowd.

So obstinate,
When it comes to my credence’s.
‘Cause I find dignity in this trait
Can’t confine myself within your fences.

A criticism believer,
But with no tinge of despair
A pain preventer,
For which I coat my words with sugar.

Hate to hurt.
Restrain insensitivity.
Careful about other hearts.
Prudently witty.

Fear Future.
Dwelling in the present moment.
My past; a teacher
With lessons so permanent.

Hopelessly insecure.
Too demanding to deal with.
With a heart quite pure
Love, to me, is the only wealth.

I demand morals.
Riches; absent
Longing for the noble.
Just loyalty, romance and attachment.

Words being my escape.
I cry and laugh via phrases.
Writers to me are superheroes’ without cape,
‘Cause they know how to deal with bruises.

I write to feel.
I feel so I write.
We all need to heal.
I know we all need to fight.

Loved by numerous.
Perhaps not liked by a few.
They choose me over others,
Maybe ‘cause I never forget to step in their shoes.

Welcome to
Ananya, The Verbal Seduction.
Never forget to step in their shoes.