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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when I stopped waiting…

the skies turned purple to pink the lilies rushed from buds to blooms the pale winds gathered words whispered love in the ears of bereaving dawns everywhere was lively everything was gay when I stopped waiting new dreams found their way under my roof in its dark dark room and lit was the heart that…

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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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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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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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* * * * * 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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* * * * * She could’ve gone anywhere but she landed at the doorstep of regret * * * * * #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 prince always came with the stars perhaps, he had signed a pact with the dark 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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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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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

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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 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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The Unforgiven – Guest Post by Archangel White Wolf

A wonderful poem by Archangel White Wolf The Unforgiven I used to love The pouring rain Now it’s a veil To hide the pain Rolling tears Turn to Inner fears I use the thunder To mask my cries As the lightning flashes In my tear soaked eyes I fall to my knees And look to…

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