March came with rare lessons learnt perhaps, its better to leave some bridges burnt Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Read More

Feast for the Unfortunate

it was a day unlike any other day the sun went up the garbage bins came down tumbling forth from the cleaner’s grip laying its treasures bare in the street rotting fragrances filled the air out came the mutts with practiced flair days of starvation will have to be gone no more sniffing and chasing…

Read More

सुनहरी यादें…

सूरज की लौटती किरणों के संग हताश तन्हाईयाँ वापस लौट गयीं सुनहरी यादों से लिपटी यह शाम एक बार फिर हमें ज़िंदादिल कर गयी… ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

Read More

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…

Read More

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…

Read More

The Micawber

she turned time to dust and with its immortal remains draped the unfair turns canopied the unkind curves time had strewn in her path and left her homeless, hopeless she was ready now to revel in time’s wreck to rise from its hell ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Read More

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

Read More

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…

Read More

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…

Read More

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……

Read More

Time to Hibernate

Hullo friends! I hope you all are fantastic. I wish so because I am not really in the best state of mind myself, of late. Know what I just realised? I am of the habit of writing ‘hello’ ‘hullo’ because that’s how I greet. Queer, eh? Until last month, things were going well. At least in…

Read More

Bewitched

And all the fairytales she’d read and the princes she’d secretly loved and the castles she’d hoped to live in and the magic  she’d expected to feel. They had come right back to bewitch her days and charm her nights and she was left surprised… how could one person be so much in fact, be…

Read More

Year-End Jitters

As the year draws to an end, why is there a heightened sense of urgency? Why is there a yearning to have realized every dream, have every wish fulfilled? Why do my feet ache for a globetrotting escapade, to leave footprints in Rome, Russia, and all the cities on my checklist? Why does the heart…

Read More

Convalesce

An ethereal shift An enter to exit No backspace Nothing to erase ♥ No feelings No control Free as a dove No more in love ~~~~~~~ Asha Seth

Read More

Thoughts

Words escape my mind, but thoughts never leave. Caught in a whirlwind, this is what perplexes me… What happens when you miss someone? Do they miss you too? What happens when your heart misses a beat? Does it get passed on to someone somewhere Needing it to live? What happens when we blink our eyes? The things we miss…

Read More

A writer’s anxiety

As a writer, it makes me anxious to not know exactly where I’m headed with my writing. Most times, I have no clear view of where I am going. It’s like walking in a tunnel with no end. It leaves me in a haze. Do such thoughts bother you too? Whatever is your big aim – to be…

Read More

A Quest of Sorts

What do you do when you seem to be fighting for peace Every single day? To be heard, to be understood. Things running out of hands all the time. But what do you do if not wait and watch them slip from between the gaps in your fingers. Every turn you take seems to be…

Read More

Resolutions

Be kind to others Or pledge to transform yourself ~~~ Make someone smile each day Or travel the globe ~~~ Teach someone to write Or read a million words ~~~ Fall in love Or make peace with your past ~~~ Pray for the deprived Or share your fortunes ~~~ Swim, Trek, Travel or Laugh Live…

Read More

Uncertain

The walks I take In the evenings, cold and dreary With the sun setting on the horizon I’m uncertain where I want to go The mornings I spend Wishing this and that Unhappy with what I have I’m uncertain about what I want The notes I make Sitting on the porch Writing and striking words…

Read More

A Wave of Nostalgia

Why do birthdays bring a wave of nostalgia? Pondering as much as I am, I can only rejoice in the sudden rush of emotions the memories have fetched, leaving me nostalgic. It’s my little sister’s birthday today and once again I’m back to the days when I cradled her in my arms, sang her to…

Read More

If We Ever Meet Again

On restless evenings, filled with utter hopelessness, Lying sprawled under the ceiling, weaving mindless fantasies. I wish for the hundredth time, that we crossed paths, someday. And also curious, that if we ever met again, what would it be like? A thousand memories lie scattered on the floor, From that day, when it all ended.…

Read More