Dying Embers

Fire burnt the logs through the night,
and all that was left behind were the dying embers…

the warmth of your touch sinking deep under my skin,
you were the fire slowly turning me to ash…

under the starless sky, we lay,
counting beats that slowed down,
like twigs turning to embers…

as you traced your finger across my lips and down the neck,
the fire dancing in your gaze,
reduced me to a mere puppet,
ruled by emotions, craving for more…

as the waves collided with the shore and parted, time and again,
so did we, our skins, our bodies, our breaths,
you, giving away, all of you…
me, holding onto what little was left of me…

drawing circles on your skin, watching you sleep,
long did I hope the night wouldn’t end
as I stared at the dwindling fire,

that rehearsed our tale, depicted our fates

and before the rising sun could calm the restless waves,
you were gone.
leaving behind an unanswered enigma,

a pale morning,  vague imprints on the sand,
and a heart as cold as ash…

ash left behind from the dying embers,
just like the memories, left behind by you.


Asha Seth

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  1. Well Asha, this is quite a surprise! A look into the sensual side of your mind 😉

    Also a bit of truth interwoven into these words I sense, for the depth of this poem seems to come from some old memories. And that makes it special, a little personal but also beautiful!

    Love and disappointment are more often used together rather than apart. This poem ends on a similar note. But alas, certain realities of life and the lessons they come from are such broken relationships.

    And as you poem suggests, dying embers come from things that burned bright once. And everything that burns close, always hurts and leaves a mark!

    Lovely poem, absolutely loved it 💕


    1. I love it when something leave behind marks of it having a touch of being personal. 😛
      This is a favorite in many ways. Night, stars, seas side, and fire. I love this concoction sinfully too much.😍 And wanted to write a poem around such a romantic setting.
      Love and disappointment, come a long way with me and somehow always find a spot in my works. I’m humbly touched by your words, Advaita. 💞

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  2. This is beautiful. You’re so good! I will catch up on more of your posts soon – and I’m really looking forward to it 🙂


  3. Writing love as touch d hieght of soul’s sky n fly according of our heat as free.come,dear !! Create a new rainbow with dreams of seven colours.who wil look after those guys as thinking dt fall in love is d c reason of failure n deprresion.come dear,let us a new song of love who is sung by flying dove in endless sky.


  4. Hi, Fab blog! I am still in the very early stages – 4 months old. Just making efforts to link in with fellow bloggers to improve our followers and get the word out there for us both. I would appreciate you having a peek at my blog, as I have published several posts. Feel free to like, comment, follow or just take a peek. Thank you 🙂


    1. Oh! And another blogger friend. 🙂 Thank you for finding me and sharing your thoughts, Emmanuel. I just smiled widely at your happy comments. 😛 Hope you’re doing well.


    1. Ah! Thank you, Jerry. 🙂 This made my day. And yes, this poem reminds me of those solitary evenings when you crave the company of someone you love and wish you could conjure them from thin air. 😛

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                    1. A book review? What kind of book? I’m good . Busy working on a business blog…working on a background once I settle on that then I will work on my first post


                    2. That sounds nice. 🙂
                      I recently finished reading a Stephen King book. So have to review that. But presently at work so might do it later in the day. What sort of a business blog?

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  5. Yes, Ruma. That’s what it subtly implies. How sometimes people leave without so much as a word. I like your presence here, my dear. 🙂 Howve you been?


“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” ― James A. Michener

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