Exorcise

to write about love is a cliche of sorts i put my pen to paper to write a tale of obsession of lust of admiration of deliberate attempts rushed and hushed of chances grabbed and opportunities lost of everything that made you trace back to me that made you hold me each time I fell for…

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Imprints – Micropoetry

I leave behind imprints on the sand then I look back and listen to their forgotten rhapsodies Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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An earth with no sky…

I wanted to run and hide and then I turned and saw what was chasing me was also what was leading me that I was following it with all my heart then what was it that I didn’t feel mine or was it what I was living for endlessly even beyond time I couldn’t tell…

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After the darkest hour…

bring me a knife let me show you  how you cut the weeds detach them from growing on your soul from pulling you down don’t drown fight your way for what awaits because, my love only after the darkest hour does the morning light rip off the shroud of despair and drape the day with…

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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…

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Sweet Nothings!

He looked into my face, turned away, and stared again. I wondered what it was he was searching. Whether he found it. Whether not. I tried to make out from the way his eyes scanned the lines of my face. How did I look to stranger eyes? His gaze rested on my lips. Maybe the…

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Blank Stares

when he looked at me it felt as though  he was trying to solve a mystery in the beginning, I wanted more much more than them blank stares they didn’t make sense why wouldn’t he say why not even try steal glances, he did but in the moment that our gazes met I swear, I…

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एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी …

एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ भीगी बारिशें तो हैं पर नमी में लिपटी मुरझाई यादें भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ मुलाकातें तो हैं पर होटों पे सिमटी ज़र्द ख्वाहिशें भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ हर वक़्त हलचल तो हैं पर पल पल पे जमी ख़ामोशी की झिल्लियां भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ…

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Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning – sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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It’s been a while I’ve wanted to write and tell you things. Tell you why I’ve not been around of late. I couldn’t gather the courage. For I know, the pain that I feel, you’d feel too. But here I am. Finally. Making a lackadaisical attempt. Exactly, a year ago, this time, I had jotted…

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Trade

“Maa, did the bear take away your other bangle too?” asked the little girl. “Yes, darling” nodded the mother, eyeing the pink dress hidden in the corner. This wasn’t the last time when desires were traded for dreams. ~~~~~ Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha…

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Not all’s lost…

the day rolls on without so much as sparing a thought coaxing me on forcing sighs suffocated, precipitated from battles hard fought yet lost the minutes curious as a kid refuse to take a no drag me out of my agitated reveries take my hand pull me out the door the burning sun melts down…

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Memoir

in the heart of the ocean tossed and forgotten hopes and secrets dreams and regrets holding decaying memoirs dancing in the warm wild waters ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #memoir on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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जिस दिन उसने …

तड़पती तरसती उन निगाहों ने मुस्कुराना छोड़ दिया जिस दिन उसने अपना घर, अपना देश अपना आँगन छोड़ दिया ठहरती फिसलती उन क़दमों ने खुशियां ढूँढना छोड़ दिया जिस दिन उसने अपना घर, अपना देश अपना आँगन छोड़ दिया रोती सिसकती उन आँखों ने सपने देखना छोड़ दिया जिस दिन उसने अपना घर, अपना देश…

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Half-baked

a million summers and springs the heart was home to half-baked salacities ~~~~~ Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Until…

I drink from the pool of self-made abyss of the mortified bliss until I walk smeared in regrets of past leftovers of blasted makeovers until I roll in the sands of time of one many lifetimes of their forlorn rhymes until I follow the trails of sanguine morrows of deflated sorrows until I peel off…

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Finally Better…

a thousand waves wrestled to caress my tired self paler grew the dark night as waves ebbed and etched across the seamless horizon distant and dreary the prideful moon watched on as a million tiny pieces of sands and shells cloaked my skin concealed my fears somewhere far away a light came up in the…

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A dream within a dream

woke up from a dead slumber to find myself buried deep within the womb of earth rustic red smell fill my nostrils squirming limbless beatless, breathless a void, inside a void wriggling, wrestling maggots and worms in the inside of my sweaty palms crawled rocks in pebbles lost in identity render me vague extinct, inexplicably…

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Hiraeth

I am going to die a slow death poisoned by the dreams I have nurtured  in the womb of my heart but couldn’t give birth to… ♥ Of love that I have longed for that has mournfully bred  and filled every pore of my skin of that nameless face for which  my soul has filtered crowds……

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A Pinch of Pine

So December is upon us… Are you thinking of resolutions already? Or are you rushing to fulfil some forgotten dreams? I? I am of a queer mood this month. I want to take leave of the routine and wander off to some place unknown. I wish to dig my nose in dried out roses, feel…

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A State of Trance

Engrossed in your own thoughts you hardly notice me… but I watch your fingers dance on the laptop keys, then on your knees… the world of fantasies get the good of me… as I tumble down the hole of half-baked salacities… somewhere in the distance the music begins… ‘Every breath you take’ the one I…

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