Living in Cemeteries…

Of late, walking into cemeteries and whiling away time amidst the graves, gazing and pondering over the residents of those headstones, has caught my fancy. Upside: I am a new person to me. Downside: I still can't muster the courage to do it after the sun's gone down. Slowly, my fear of them is diminishing... Continue Reading →

5 Mistakes Writers Tend to Make

Life would be so much easier if we had a rule book to follow. In life, however, in many cases, we do know what must or must not be done to avoid a particular outcome. Sadly, one can't say the same for writing. One must learn from experience and guard those gems well that make... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: One always has a better book in one’s mind…

What does that mean to you? Do you relate? As a writer. I sure do. But with some deviation. We have a thousand thoughts in our head at all times. When it comes to writing, everything appears jumbled the minute you have to streamline them. It is as good as a school PT drill where... Continue Reading →

7 Lessons from 7 Years of Blogging

The past year has been one of many trails. Personal losses of such magnitudes it could make oceans weep. And yet here I am. Despite everything, looking back at the year gone and wondering what is it about life that enchants writers, poets, sorcerers, artists, and all other souls, with such adored fervour. Will I... Continue Reading →

The Knowing

flowers bloomed carefree looking here laughing there as the day slithered from dawn to dusk some of those flowers turned pale their end was their the next morning was not for them ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Bold & Wild…

no storms were bold enough no waves as wild as this hundred-year old heart and this five-year old mind   How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

The Hate I Harbored

Time wasn't on our side. Today, when it is too late, I convince myself thus. Maybe I wasn't the right age to understand. Maybe you were too harsh that I suffered in vain. Maybe I comprehended you wrong. Maybe you misunderstood me much. I believed you knew what you were doing. Unleashing a world of... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: The most valuable…

Here's a timeless advice that will take any writer; good at his trade, to places. Being economical with your words, not just makes it idiot-proof but also enhances the quality of your work tremendously. And of course, nothing's excluded of this rule but the first drafts. What do you think? What do you think? How important... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Read everything…

I like authors who lay emphasis on the importance of reading. Stephen King said the first thing he ever did was put out the television and get to the book. Ernest Hemingway was always reading. He would read almost everything he could lay his hands on. J K Rowling never read a book that didn't... Continue Reading →

Day 170: When Dad left for his Maker

There are nights I wake up in a haze. My eyes travel to your rocking chair at the end of the room. Is it truly rocking or is it my mind playing tricks? It is difficult to say in the dark of the night. I stare hard and long as if staring longer would make... Continue Reading →

Goodbye 2018!

More than half of the year passed by within the blink of an eye. Rest half of it was spent traveling through some of the most beautiful canvases of the country. All in all, I can't say if I am happy or sad. It's a neutral ground I find myself in. I dig my heart... Continue Reading →

Whispers

the wind gently blows caressing my thoughts I wait to hear if it carries your whispers ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #whispers on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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