love – Asha Seth

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…

By: Asha Seth Mar 14, 2020Jul 9, 2020

MicroPoetrybridges, burnt, Hopes, Instagram, Instapoetry, life, love, march, MicroPoetry, months, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, Poets on Wordpress, Wordpress Poetry11 Comments

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

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…

Hey, December!

You stole my heart with your windy nights that caressed my body and left me in shivers… Hey, December, I’ve loved you more than summers ‘Tis you I’ve wished to stay longer I hope you always remember… ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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

Nothingness – Micropoetry

Exhaled her from his life he did, slowly, with every puff of smoke he released, and with it watched her face away into nothingness Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

The God of the Foolish…

By: Asha Seth Nov 11, 2019Nov 11, 2020

Poetrybetrayals, Blogging for poetry, Instapoetry, Lessons of Life, life, love, mood for poetry, Poetry-writing, Poets, Poets on Wordpress5 Comments

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…

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

It’d be you…

By: Asha Seth Oct 8, 2019Nov 11, 2020

Poetrylove, Love poems, Poetry, Poetry Blogging, Poetry blogs, Poetry Lovers, Poetry Portal, Poetry-writing, PoetryPortal, Poets on Wordpress, WordPress, Wordpress Poetry, wordpress poetry blogs16 Comments

Through nights and days, The only thing I’d dreamt of Was picture-prefect memories And a place to hold it all When evenfall came I looked about me Found only emptiness on faces bizarre It didn’t come to me Not at first, But the one thing I wanted was Slowly turning rare Far and wide The…

Day 365: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth Jul 24, 2019Jan 8, 2021

MemoirsDeath Anniversary, Family, Father, July, life, love, memories, Mother26 Comments

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…

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…

Day 282: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth May 3, 2019Jan 8, 2021

Memoirsdaughter, Death, Family, Father, Grief, life, love, memories, Pain, Papa, Ramblings, Writing8 Comments

Imagining life without someone, when have we ever given that a thought? I was the same. But with you gone, life has taken an unexpected turn. I am now looking at things, I never gave a thought. I am reminiscing over events, that once craved my attention. I am lusting for certain aches, that once…

Alone

By: Asha Seth Mar 5, 2019Jan 21, 2021

MicroPoetryAlone, Instagram, Instapoetry, love, MicroPoetry, Poems, Poets on Wordpress, The Musing Quill, Wordpress Poetry6 Comments

The toughest part always is walking down the same lanes alone Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more poetry. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Pieces

By: Asha Seth Feb 22, 2019May 4, 2020

MicroPoetryInstagram, Instapoetry, love, MicroPoetry, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, Relationships8 Comments

strangely, the pieces you left me in, kept me whole, insanely whole, for an entire lifetime… How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Disappearance – A Short Story

By: Asha Seth Feb 17, 2019Sep 21, 2020

Short StoriesCreative Writing, Fiction, life, love, Short Stories, Writing16 Comments

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it…

Life

By: Asha Seth Feb 9, 2019May 4, 2020

MicroPoetryadventure, Amwriting, blogging for poems, Instagram, Instapoetry, life, love, MicroPoetry, mystery, Poems, poems on wordpress, Poetry-writing, Poets on Wordpress, TheMusingQuill, Writing30 Comments

Perhaps, life was not a mystery to be solved but an adventure to be kissed 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

Passé

By: Asha Seth Feb 8, 2019May 4, 2020

MicroPoetryBlogging for poetry, Instagram, Instapoetry, life, love, MicroPoetry, Passe, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, Poets, The Musing Quill, Wordpress Writers14 Comments

Wishing upon shooting stars was passé I only had to look into your eyes to find everything I’ve ever wanted 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

Melancholies

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be draped in melancholies and yet be smiling at the stars above? 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

All the Beautiful Lies: Book Review by Asha Seth

Review Available on: Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon Author: Peter Swanson| Genre: Thriller, Crime Fiction | Pages: 309 The Plot: Harry Ackerman has only properly met his step-mother, Alice, for the first time after his father, Bill Ackerman’s death. But as soon as Harry returns to Maine, sinister things start happening around him. Was his father’s death…

The Morning after Christmas: A Poem by Asha Seth

By: Asha Seth Dec 26, 2018Dec 27, 2018

PoetryChristmas, Christmas Eve, Christmas gifts, Christmas Poems, Family, Festive mood, Jesus Christ, Kids, love, Morning after christmas, My Poems, Poetry, Poets on Christmas17 Comments

The lights on the tree shone yellow and bright and smiled cheerfully as the parents hid the Xmas gifts with secret strides 🎄 The night before the children were exuberant after all, it was time for wishes laid upon the heart of Santa’s pride 🎄 Chloe and Bryan slept how peacefully knowing Santa riding around…

Resurrection

By: Asha Seth Dec 20, 2018Dec 20, 2018

Poetrykiss, life, love, Poems, Poetry, Promise, The Musing Quill, Writing8 Comments

I fell in love with the way you wrote poems on my skin tracing your fingers that kissed away the scars my soul was tired of wearing I fell in love with the way you whispered just the right things when the heart was lost and restored hope with your patient words I fell in love…