March – Micropoetry

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 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... Continue Reading →

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…

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... Continue Reading →

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…

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... Continue Reading →

Day 365: When Dad left for his Maker…

Dear Dad, 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... Continue Reading →

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