The Last Breath

Long after the sun’s set I release a breath of self-proclaimed misery and let out all those dreams that couldn’t be true I let out a breath of restless hope as I prepare myself for the scarce crumbs of comfort that night brings on will I be in your arms again and cry a river,…

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कैसी यह कश्मकश …

जो साथ हों लेंतो अपने बगावत कर जायेंगेजो साथ न देंतो तुम्हारे गुनेहगार कह लाएंगेजो दिल की सुनेंतो दिमाग़ के दुश्मन बन जायेंगेऔर जो दिमाग़ की सुनेंतो अपने आप के न हो पाएंगेकैसी यह कश्मकश हैजाएं चाहे जिस भी रास्तेकिस्मत से तकरार तय है

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निगाहों में जिनकी हम…

ग़म तो जनाबइस बात का है कीनिगाहों में जिनकी हमताउम्र रहना चाहते थेउन्हें नज़रों से गिरने मेंज़्यादा वक़्त न लगाहम सपने बुनते रह गएऔर वो दबे पाओं दग़ा दे गए

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What’s life!

I keep telling myselfit’s all rightto not have what I wantto not get what I craveto pine for what I deserveto lose what’s mineBut in realityI’m dyingof these meek attemptsof these fake comfortsof these suffocating breathsof living these sore liesI keep telling myselfthat I’m all rightbut a voice echoes from deep inside“you’re not, but you’ll…

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पलटवार

यूँ बिन बताए आधी रात आनासब जान चुके हैंपरेशान हो चुके हैंअब शांत हो चुके हैंयूँ खिड़की से सीटियां मारनासब जान चुके हैंपरेशान हो चुके हैंअब हार चुके हैंवक़्त का खेल तो देखोकिस्मत पलटवार कर गयीअब जो जा चुकी हो तो सुनोख्यालों मेंयूँ बिन बताए न आया करोभूला चुका हूँ मैंहार चुका हूँ मैंयूँ दिलोदिमाग…

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Gerald’s Game: Book Review By Asha Seth

Author: Stephen King | Genre: Horror | Pages: 320 | Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton A game. A husband and wife game. Gerald’s Game. But this time Jesse didn’t want to play. Lying there, spreadeagled and handcuffed to the bedstead while he’d loomed and drooled over her, she felt angry and humiliated. So she’d kicked out hard. Aimed to hit…

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One ought,
every day at least,
to hear a little song,
read a good poem,
see a fine picture, and,
if it were possible,
to speak a few reasonable words.”

 Goethe

Coriander Hopes

I look over my shoulders. One, twice, and then again. This ritual never ends. Me, chasing darkness for that sliver of light. And light evading me, elusive as ever. I couldn’t have been more desperate, more wanting of that one little ray of hope. I wake up. The morning is chilly. There’s a slight nip…

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Wait – Micropoetry

bright was the day once the tunnel was gone you don’t change the road but wait for the storm to pass ***** #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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Never forget what you are,
for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength.
Then it can never be your weakness.
Armour yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you.”

George RR Martin

January -Micropoetry

January mused old wasn’t gold the time to come was one to behold * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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I wrote a letter…

I wrote a letter and went to the post the fella didn’t take it said it was blank to the core I asked for a pen and looked for a spot but couldn’t manage anything more than a blot took it back to the post and he laughed at the dot so long you took…

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Someday…

someday, my love we shall walk hand in hand down the golden shore up the hills so grand we shall marvel at a sky so blue and map fields far and few… someday, my love we shall let raindrops tickle our feet and arouse our senses with lasting ecstasies… someday, my love this distance won’t…

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Where you are…

amidst universes is where you are lost between infinities is where you are no beyond no back where you are time won’t lapse where you are no maps tell me where you are no roads reach thee where you are museum of ache is where you are burial of hopes is where you are I…

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Heal – Micropoetry

these lips chant your name the cracks in them crave to be healed again * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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Am I still me?

your memories cling to my very skin it is hard to tell where I end where you begin they crawl all over me sparing not an inch not even the air I breathe their whispers ring through autumns and springs my mind is tormented by the epiphanies they bring days dissolve into nights with such…

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A Thousand Forevers…

they sat there freezing waiting for their coffees on a cold winter eve as time stood still whispering through mist promises they brewed and lived a thousand forevers that would never come true

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Fallen: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Shamar M. McFarlane | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 180 Fallen is a book that illuminates the idea of a loss of divinity or what we would call innocents. Every word, every line and every page means something different. They have the power to guide those who haven’t yet found their way but also can…

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A Bookish Glimpse at 2021

2021 was a year of rereads. I did not have any massive reading goals because I was mostly just rereading my old favorites. Even so, I read a total of 60 books out of which 32 were some old classics and contemporaries that I was revisiting, and remaining 30 were new titles. Among those 30,…

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