4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Love – Micropoetry

like a mad dog this heart went on chasing the trails of love * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry For more of my poetry, Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~  Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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Apocalypse – Micropoetry

it was breathtaking the way she sat there like a winner ready to consume the apocalypse surrounding her * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry For my poetry, Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never want to miss a post? Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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Drunk – Micropoetry

evenings were drunk on love that didn’t exist by dawn * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry   Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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* * * * * there was no dousing that fire, the night was a long one * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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Uproar – Micropoetry

When the last of the winds have stopped howling even a dead leaf’s stir will cause an uproar Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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And baby, here’s why you couldn’t ruin me because even before we met a thousand fires had burnt me a thousand seas had drowned me 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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Quarantined in life connected in hearts this phase too shall pass just play your parts apart 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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In a world that falls for looks, darling, go for the soul. 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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Memories – Micropoetry

A thousand roses couldn’t smell so poignantly as some memories did from a hundred years ago 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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Homesick – Micropoetry

Every nook and cranny of the crumbling ruins were reeking of such homesick memories, I kissed the rotting debris as if it were a lover’s lips 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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Buried – Micropoetry

Your words dug a grave for my soul so deeply soothing that I wanted to remain there buried forever 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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Every time…

And every time, breathing felt like a mountain weighing you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And every time, living felt like a burden drowning you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And…

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Time – Micropoetry

trapped in the fist of memories, forced into modesty, craves to be set free. 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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I’m this close…

I’m this close… to shedding the jitters to breaking away from bitters to releasing the heart’s flutters I’m this close… to refueling the fire to freeing the repressed desires  to rewriting my memoir I’m this close… to losing the reins to reducing to vain to falling in love again ~~~~~ Happy writing till we meet…

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जब याद तुम आते हो …

पुरानी यादों को निचोड़कर कभी ख़ुशी तो कभी ग़म पी लिया करते हैं जब याद तुम आते हो दुनिया से छिपकर रो लिया करते हैं अपनी खामियों पर खुद को जी भरके कोस लिया करते हैं जब याद तुम आते हो दुनिया से छिपकर रो लिया करते हैं तुम्हारे वादों में ज़िन्दगी का मकसद ढूंढ…

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A Frozen Wintry Road

mighty hills on both sides the haughty river dancing jovially the sight made my heart tremble like an anxious bride-to-be… melting frost and snow began to slowly hypnotize my wild wild heart and this chagrined mind… amidst cloud-kissing peaks and pines so sky-high I forgot how lonely I was despite no soul in sight… my…

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But Don’t Write Poetry by Charles Bukowski

Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post. Chew on the left side of your mouth only. Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor. And carve your name in…

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