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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Ghostly Tales from the Indian Hills by Ruskin Bond: Book Review by Asha Seth
Author: Ruskin Bond | Genre: Horror, Indian Literature | Pages: 207 | Publisher: Speaking Tiger Vintage storyteller Ruskin Bond has created some unforgettable characters in his novels and stories, but perhaps the most memorable and unusual among them are the ghosts and spirits he has encountered. These ghosts are not always horrific; they are mysterious and often benevolent,…
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My First Attempt at NaNoWriMo
Hello, dear reader! How have you been? It’s been long we spoke. Tell me all of what’s happening with you. If not all, at least give me bits. What was October like? What did you do? Did you read much? How was Halloween? There is so much I want to know about you. Maybe, because…
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It’s a shame…
Silences – Micropoetry
don’t speak of me to the world think of me in the silences between your words * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 *******
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Late – MicroPoetry
maybe that’s why letters always arrived late weighed down by all the love and regrets * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂
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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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Like a river…
I live off your breaths in all those moments when breathing is hard to do I walk in your steps in all those lanes where direction seems obscure I create life from your leftovers when my muse refuses to stop by I look at myself in your eyes when mirrors turn blind You are like…
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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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ख्वाहिशें बेशुमार…
मत पूछो हमसे की दिल का हाल क्या है… क्या करे बेचारा इसकी ख्वाहिशें बेशुमार हैं… ~~~~~ आशा सेठ
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the withering anchor
the tide has turned I am lost in its depths there’s nothing saving me from the gnawing weeds filling my lungs but his words become my anchor against raging storms they hold me down from going astray all I need to do is hold on but I am slipping from their grip and he doesn’t…
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तेरी यादें…
किस गली जाकर छुपूँ की तेरी यादें पीछा करना छोड़ दें हर नुक्कड़ पर इनका बसेरा है हर चौराह इनका मेला भरा रात ठहरूं चाहे जहाँ सुबह इन्ही की बाहों में होती है सोचता हूँ, मैं हूँ यहीं या बस इनकी सिलवटों में गुम कहीं तेरे जाने से जो गम न हुआ वह इनकी साथ…
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Fire – Micropoetry
* * * * * 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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The Rape Trial: Book Review by Asha Seth
Author: Bidisha Ghosal | Genre: Crime Fiction | Pages: 548 Nearly a decade has passed since Rahul Satyabhagi, heir to the mega Satyabhagi business empire, had raped Avni Rambha, bested her in court, and gone on to become a men’s rights activist, and the who’s-who of Badrid Bay had breathed a sigh of relief that…
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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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Ruin – Micropoetry
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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Quarantine – Micropoetry
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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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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Dear Heart – Micropoetry
Dear Heart, I am still to meet someone who would put me in more sweet trouble than you. Yours lovingly. 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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Exorcise
to write about loveis a cliche of sortsi put my pen to paperto write a tale of obsessionof lustof admirationof deliberate attemptsrushed and hushedof chances grabbedand opportunities lostof everythingthat made youtrace back to methat made youhold meeach time I fell for youyou won’t be able to stopbecause I’ll nevergive you a reason tobecause I’ll bethe sunshinethat will…
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