Lenisha Rangsa

Lenisha Rangsa Poems

Love is pure,
Love is trust,
Love is the warmth I long for in a hug.
Love is false,
...

Grief is quiet,
Grief is loud,
Grief is the silence that screams in a crowd.
Grief is sudden,
...

Dear Anxiety,
Aren't you tired of sticking with me?
You keep on telling me that I am not good enough inside my head,
And I was fool enough to believe what you said..
...

Feel my kiss
When the wind blows,
Remember my voice
When the river flows.
...

Easy to take,
But hard to give.
Easy to lose,
But hard to win.
...

I feel it in the quiet spaces,
Where words hang still between us,
Like secrets too heavy for the air,
Yet lighter than the trust we share.
...

I am a lost child,
Born into a family that doesn't like to smile.
I aim for perfection,
And daydream instead of taking action.
...

Lenisha Rangsa Biography

Hailing from the lush hills of Williamnagar in Northeast India, Lenisha R. Marak belongs to the vibrant A'chik tribe and speaks her heart fluently in Garo, emotion, and verse. A soft-spoken soul with a sharp pen, she writes poetry that dissects the anatomy of feeling — love, grief, trust, healing, and hope — with delicate honesty and lyrical grace. When she's not stringing words into poems, she's vibing to 'Sun and Moon' by Phil Wickham, or snacking on her top-tier faves: broccoli, cucumber, persimmon, mango, lemon, and bamboo shoots (yes, in that order) . Follow her journey on Instagram: @kookie.hunter)

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The Anatomy Of Love

Love is pure,
Love is trust,
Love is the warmth I long for in a hug.
Love is false,
Love is fragile,
Love is the echo in an empty chapel.

Love is all it takes
To turn a heartbeat into heartbreak.
Love is soft,
Love is sharp —
A gentle touch, a brutal mark.

Love is serene,
Love is my reign,
A crown I wear through joy and pain.
Love makes me feel seen,
Held in light I thought I'd lost —
Until it vanishes, at a cost.

Love is empathy,
A thread that weaves souls through silence.
Love is connection —
A whisper, a spark, a shared defiance.

But love…
Love is nothing to apathy.
It shatters against the cold of not caring,
Like a song sung to someone who isn't listening.

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