Bold & Wild…

no storms were bold enough no waves as wild as this hundred-year old heart and this five-year old mind   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

कल…

चलते चलते कदम नहीं थकते ठहर जाने से थकते हैं यह सोचकर परेशान नहीं दिल की कल की सुबह आज सी नहीं होगी पर इस सोच में डूबा रेहता है की आज की शाम कल सी हुई तोह क्या डर इस बात का नहीं की कल अपने मुँह मोड़ लें फिक्र इस बात की होती... Continue Reading →

Ruins

when I returned lost and beaten through the woods to reach where I belong no one was there to welcome me except the scorching trail and the ruins beyond ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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... Continue Reading →

January

December with all its damp left me happier than January with all the sun could 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

Sweet Nothings!

He looked into my face, turned away, and stared again. I wondered what it was he was searching. Whether he found it. Whether not. I tried to make out from the way his eyes scanned the lines of my face. How did I look to stranger eyes? His gaze rested on my lips. Maybe the... Continue Reading →

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

Indifference

it doesn’t matter  whether days fuse into nights or seas dissolve into the skies you carry on breathing the same air eating the same dust as the day you were born like the day after you die ~~~~~ Asha Seth

पतझड़ और वो…

जब मिले हम उस पतझड़ से कुछ इस कदर डूबे उसकी ख़ूबसूरती में की यह पूछना भूल गए वह आएंगे भी या बस उनकी यादें साथ लाये हो उसकी बाहों में सिमट यह बोलना भूल गए इंतज़ार हमें वो करवाते हैं पर हमारी तन्हाई को सीने से तुम लगा लेते हो ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

Longings

stars tiptoed behind the clouds as longings were set free night after night ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #longings on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Day 100: When Dad left for his Maker…

Dear Dad, 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... Continue Reading →

The Tale of a Random Night, a Stranger, and I.

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... Continue Reading →

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