Trivial Treasures

[III] I think about you. At times, I am thinking all day. Between talks, between breaths, between blinks. Guess that happens when you’re daydreaming, about fantasies, about impossibilities, endlessly. With me, though, there are prolonged spells when it is hard to tell if I really want them or if I just love the idea of…

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Nights and mornings, all feel the same. I can’t tell one from the other. And yet, when I look at the walls around me, everything’s changed. When and how, is what I’m left with. Feels like an age has passed in the blink of an eye. Some I wish to see, are far far away.…

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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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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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Dear papa, Your father. Your brothers. Your uncles. Same faces. Similar voices. Their presence. Your absence. Tearing chaos. Overbearing silence. I don’t want to meet them. I want them all gone. Even for an hour, I can’t stand them. You stare back from those faces. You speak in their voices. You are there, yet not…

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Like a Flowing River – Book Review by Asha Seth

Review Available on: Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon Author: Paulo Coelho| Genre: Philosophy, Non-fiction, Memoirs | Pages: 496 The Blurb: Like the Flowing River is an intimate collection of Paulo Coelho’s reflections and short stories. These are powerful tales of living and dying, of destiny and choice, of love lost and found. The Review: I have read…

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My Writing Resolutions for 2020

It’s time to declare the 2020 resolutions. After much contemplation, I have rounded off my resolutions to a few that I hope to accomplish by the end of this year. But before that, let me tell you that in 2019, I had one simple resolution – to read an appreciable number of books; given the…

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Someone once told me, the worst part about betrayals is – it comes from people you love most, trust most. But this morning I woke up feeling betrayed from a person I hardly knew. Someone who was around for only so long. Then why do I feel the way I feel this morning? It is…

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The other day, a dog by the street side kept staring at me.  First, I thought he was hungry. So I fed him. But even then he had that look about him; a quizzical, strange look. I couldn’t name it. Was he trying to say something? I had read somewhere that your departed communicate with…

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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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Living in Cemeteries…

Of late, walking into cemeteries and whiling away time amidst the graves, gazing and pondering over the residents of those headstones, has caught my fancy. Upside: I am a new person to me. Downside: I still can’t muster the courage to do it after the sun’s gone down. Slowly, my fear of them is diminishing…

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The God of the Foolish…

When you told me to keep secrets I kept them hidden so deep inside that I couldn’t find them to save my own life and that night the moon laughed at my foolishness for I was crying over the corpse of my self-made follies. Guess that’s what you made of me not blind not selfish…

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Remains

never saw a day through the eyes of glory but when dusk came I cried for it, nonetheless what was it that pinched the heart so when everything seemed merry why did it feel awry? the lakes felt a bit too full yet couldn’t quench my thirst and till date, till this minute what is…

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Pretentious – Micropoetry

and at times I wondered, if those pretentious words were a better company or the penetrating silence? Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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Dear papa, You’re gone a year today and you’ll want to know this. I don’t cry today. I don’t look back. I don’t ponder over the ifs and whys? I don’t think it matters. I don’t curse anyone. Nor do I regret life. But let me tell you this, I also feel I don’t have…

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Stars

Some of us didn’t look for our loved ones in the stars we kept them safe hidden in our hearts Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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सुबह जब घर से निकलता उसका चेहरा दिल में लिए चलता रास्ते भर यही सोचता कब तक ऐसे चलेगा फटे पुराने चप्पल रास्तों से लड़ते इसी तरह रोज़ गुज़ारे की तलाश में दिन से रात रात से दिन करता शाम को जब घर लौटता वो बैठी रहती पैर पसारे मेरा इंतज़ार करते मुझे देख मुस्कुराती…

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The Crying Mannequin – A Short Story

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. And what about one who wants to dye her hair? Is that a step ahead in the encyclopedia of rebellions? Is that a league apart from normal revolutions? She mused. This was a challenge to herself. To the conservative girl hiding under her…

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मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है… जहां बारातों में हज़ारों के निवाले कूड़े दान को खिलाये जा रहे हैं पर एक पिता अपने परिवार को दो वक़्त की रोटी तक को खून बहा रहा है मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है… की बंद घरों में दीवारों पे लटकी तसवीरें घंटो ऐसी का हवा…

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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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