Anuroop

Joined February 2026

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I write because the truth is bitter, but the soul is hungry. My work is a mirror of grace and scars. I turn memoirs into maps and poetry into a space where we stop pretending. Let’s look closer together and find the truth in the journey.

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Bloom
she is a wild seed, blooming in my open palms— my soul’s softest light.
By Anuroopabout 12 hours ago in Poets
the final settlement
you go to funerals carrying the scent of the end on your clothes only to walk back into the light and start to lie again. you accumulate wealth you betray you build walls of debt as if you can bribe the dirt.
By Anuroopabout 12 hours ago in Poets
The Sovereignty of Silence
their tongues are busy carving a version of you that makes them feel less like a wreck. they call you cold because they could not handle your heat. they call you lost because you no longer answer to their name.
By Anuroopabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The Debt of Goodness
there is no ceremony for the moment you realize they aren't clinging to you out of love but because you are the only thing
By Anuroopabout 13 hours ago in Poets
the inheritance
when my mother left in the middle of december i searched my hands for what she had given me. i didn’t find gold or a map back home. i found the way she held her breath to keep the house quiet. i found the way she softened her voice until she became a whisper.
By Anuroopabout 22 hours ago in Poets

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Bloom

the final settlement

The Sovereignty of Silence

The Debt of Goodness

the inheritance

Stories (5)