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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पुरानी यादों को निचोड़कर कभी ख़ुशी तो कभी ग़म पी लिया करते हैं जब याद तुम आते हो दुनिया से छिपकर रो लिया करते हैं अपनी खामियों पर खुद को जी भरके कोस लिया करते हैं जब याद तुम आते हो दुनिया से छिपकर रो लिया करते हैं तुम्हारे वादों में ज़िन्दगी का मकसद ढूंढ…

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2019 steps out the door and I am thinking of events that happened this year. I’ve known people to calibrate their year based on the good and bad times. I feel that is rather depressing because psychologically, in the end you are left pondering about everything that turned out different from your expectations. I don’t…

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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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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…

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घर

दीवारों की दरारों में छुपी ज़र्द यादें पास जाकर देखा कभी मेरा बचपन सतह पर तैरता कभी दादी का बुढ़ापा कनखियों से झाँकता खिड़कियों के पार से सन्नाटे ताकते कभी होली में रंगे माँ-बाबा की झलक तो कभी बिदाई में सजी अन्नू का अक्स खाली कमरों में गूंजते हँसी के पटाखे कभी पापा के ठहाके…

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बसेरा…

चुपके से दबे पाओं आकर मेरे दिल में तुम्हारी बातें कुछ ऐसे बसेरा कर गयीं की आज मुझसे ज़्यादा कहीं तुम हो झलकती उन आइनों से जिनमें मैं कभी खुदको तलाशता था ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

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The Hate I Harbored

Time wasn’t on our side. Today, when it is too late, I convince myself thus. Maybe I wasn’t the right age to understand. Maybe you were too harsh that I suffered in vain. Maybe I comprehended you wrong. Maybe you misunderstood me much. I believed you knew what you were doing. Unleashing a world of…

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सुनहरी यादें…

सूरज की लौटती किरणों के संग हताश तन्हाईयाँ वापस लौट गयीं सुनहरी यादों से लिपटी यह शाम एक बार फिर हमें ज़िंदादिल कर गयी… ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

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There are nights I wake up in a haze. My eyes travel to your rocking chair at the end of the room. Is it truly rocking or is it my mind playing tricks? It is difficult to say in the dark of the night. I stare hard and long as if staring longer would make…

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One Last Time…

What can be hoped after your last chance is snatched away? What can you say when a debris of words clogs your throat, gnaws at your brain? What remains when your heart’s tired of being numb? What can be done, when that ‘one last time’ never comes? ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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Dear papa, This heart’s broken into pieces, forever; there’s no denying that now. It bleeds barrels. I can’t seem to be able to put it together. No matter how hard I try, it crumbles like a castle, into a thousand tiny grains of sand at the slightest memory of you. There’s an ache that threatens…

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एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी …

एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ भीगी बारिशें तो हैं पर नमी में लिपटी मुरझाई यादें भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ मुलाकातें तो हैं पर होटों पे सिमटी ज़र्द ख्वाहिशें भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ हर वक़्त हलचल तो हैं पर पल पल पे जमी ख़ामोशी की झिल्लियां भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ…

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The Bus Stop – A Short Story

It struck twelve. ‘Twelve in the night is an odd time to be in a small village, especially for a girl’, a man whispered not very far from me. I cringed at the shaky voice. It heavily smelt of booze. Suddenly, I was not alone anymore, and that frightened me more. The man moved away…

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Forlorn but not Forgotten

Getting back after you’ve fallen down is easy. Getting back trying to live after life’s mercilessly clobbered you in the back, is a different deal altogether. One can’t begin to live just like they did. You realise you can’t so readily trust, not even life. Taking dad away from me was worse than betrayal. I…

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It’s been a while I’ve wanted to write and tell you things. Tell you why I’ve not been around of late. I couldn’t gather the courage. For I know, the pain that I feel, you’d feel too. But here I am. Finally. Making a lackadaisical attempt. Exactly, a year ago, this time, I had jotted…

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Answers with No Questions

Because that’s just how it is…….. Because such is life…….. Because even if for the fraction of a second, you had it, you would want it forever………. Because you have to just accept that’s how things will be…………. Because you have to go on living as if nothing had happened………… Because no matter what you…

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Time really does fly. Six years is a long time and a short one yet, if you know what I mean. Looking back, there are hundreds of memories and few amazing friends I made along the way and there isn’t one thing I would want to change about my experience. Except, I miss all those…

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Ramè

at every corner of every street there are leftovers of sweet memories I reach out scoop some in my palms they slip from between my fingers stare at me long a quick walk down the lane left behind rolling happily in the sands of time soon winds of past blow them all away I run…

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उस रात की बात …

क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात चौखट पे बैठे अतीत की चादर में लिपटे किस कदर हम ख्वाहिशों को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात होठों को सीए खामोशियों की बाहों में सिमटे किस कदर हम अल्फ़ाज़ को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हे उस रात की बात खुद से गुफ्तगू करते…

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