I wrote a letter…

I wrote a letter and went to the post the fella didn’t take it said it was blank to the core I asked for a pen and looked for a spot but couldn’t manage anything more than a blot took it back to the post and he laughed at the dot so long you took…

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Am I still me?

your memories cling to my very skin it is hard to tell where I end where you begin they crawl all over me sparing not an inch not even the air I breathe their whispers ring through autumns and springs my mind is tormented by the epiphanies they bring days dissolve into nights with such…

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An Epiphany

You tug at your ear lobe. Once, twice. You did that as our eyes met today. When I’m alone in the clouds, I imagine you doing that. You’d said, it’s when your heart’s racing past a hundred beats , when you can’t stop it from wanting something, is when you do that. I guess to…

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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maybe that’s why…

a piece of your heart is lost in the crevices of this heart of mine maybe that’s why I know you’re missing me wanting to hold me to caress my lips to drape your body over mine like a creeper vein running up a wall maybe that’s why I know you shed a silent tear…

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Lover (The Art of Staying Lost Series): ARC Review by Asha Seth

Author: Sakshi Narula | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 125 A poem is a ray of hope, a friend who is as messed up as you but knows you better than the rest of the world. From the author of the celebrated poetry collection, Loveish comes this two book poetry series, The Art Of Staying Lost. Lover, the…

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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! ūüôā

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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!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬†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!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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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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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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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Regret – Micropoetry

* * * * * 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!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© 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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© 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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Soul – Micropoetry

In a world that falls for looks, darling, go for the soul. ~~~~~ #badbookthiefpoetry Follow¬†@badbookthief¬†on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†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! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© 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!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now:¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr

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