musings – Asha Seth

Not-so-Tender Tidings

August arrived in a frenzy but disappeared unnoticed. Just like the whole of 2020 mostly will. More on 2020 later though. It isn’t always I’m derailed from routine. But at times, it isn’t even under my own control. And no matter how natural that is, it is unnerving. Mostly because, there’s always so much to…

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…

Close to Lost – A Memoir

The light’s a dim yellow. Just the way you liked. I leave it that way. Each night. For seven hundred and thirty one nights. Exactly two years. I stare at the ceiling, and then some at the walls. They stare back. Blank. They’re lost too. At times, they move. The window panes on the ceiling,…

90 Days Around the World

By: Asha Seth Jun 26, 2020Nov 12, 2020

Tender Tidings90 days of lockdown, Asha Seth, badbookthief, badbookthief reviews, badbookthiefphotography, badbookthiefpoetry, badbookthieftravels, covid 19 quarantine, hope, life, lockdown, musings, Ramblings16 Comments

Nights and mornings, all feel the same. I can’t tell one from the other. And yet, when I look at the walls around me, everything’s changed. When and how, is what I’m left with. Feels like an age has passed in the blink of an eye. Some I wish to see, are far far away.…

Wild

By: Asha Seth Feb 16, 2019May 4, 2020

MicroPoetryBlogging, heart, Instagram, Instapoetry, MicroPoetry, mind, musings, Poems22 Comments

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…

By: Asha Seth Feb 14, 2019Jun 28, 2020

Hindi PoetryHindi, life, musings, Poems, Poetry, Tomorrow11 Comments

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…

Ruins

By: Asha Seth Feb 13, 2019Feb 13, 2019

PoetryBlogging for poetry, Home, lost, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, Poets on Wordpress, Ruins, Welcome, writer's life21 Comments

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

By: Asha Seth Feb 6, 2019Nov 12, 2020

Tender TidingsBlogging, Family, Father, happiness, memories, musings, Regrets, Writers, Writing2 Comments

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…

January

By: Asha Seth Jan 30, 2019May 4, 2020

MicroPoetryAmwriting, Blogging for poetry, December, Instagram, Instapoetry, January, MicroPoetry, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, TheMusingQuill, Wordpress Poetry, WordsPoets on Wordpress39 Comments

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

Sweet Nothings!

By: Asha Seth Dec 15, 2018Nov 9, 2020

Tender TidingsBlogging, dreams, Hopes, life, musings, Ramblings, Writing6 Comments

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…

One Last Time…

By: Asha Seth Dec 13, 2018Dec 13, 2018

PoetryLast Chance, Last time, life, love, memories, musings, Poems, Poetry, Writing10 Comments

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

By: Asha Seth Dec 4, 2018Dec 6, 2018

PoetryCreative Writing, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Blogging, Poetry Lovers, Poetry-writing, Poets, Poets on Wordpress, Writing7 Comments

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…

By: Asha Seth Nov 18, 2018Jun 28, 2020

Hindi Poetryपतझड़, Creative Writing, Hindi Poetry, life, love, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, Relationships, Writing11 Comments

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 ~~~~~ 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

Day 100: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth Nov 3, 2018Jan 8, 2021

MemoirsAfterlife, Death, Family, Father, God, Heaven, Hell, life, memories, musings, Parents12 Comments

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…

The Bus Stop – A Short Story

By: Asha Seth Oct 13, 2018Sep 21, 2020

Short StoriesBus stands, life, memories, musings, nights, Short Stories, short story writer, Story writing, Strangers, Travel, Traveling Memories, Villages23 Comments

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…

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…

Reunion

By: Asha Seth Sep 14, 2018May 4, 2020

MicroPoetryAmwriting, Creative Writing, Dogs, friendship, Instagram, MicroPoetry, musings, Poems, PoetryPortal, The Musing Quill, verses, Writers on Wordpress, Writerscreed, Writing, writing prompts2 Comments

after a decade they denied recognition but their happy hounds wagged their tails at the unexpected reunion ~~~~~ 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

Day 45: When Dad Left for his Maker

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…

Answers with No Questions

By: Asha Seth Aug 31, 2018Apr 19, 2020

Tender TidingsDeath, life, memories, musings, observations, thoughts, writer's life, Writing8 Comments

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…

Would it matter?

By: Asha Seth Aug 28, 2018Aug 28, 2018

PoetryAnimals, Creative Writing, musings, nature, Poetry, The Musing Quill44 Comments

would it matter if the rising sun was purple the sinking moon amber if what we cried were not salted tears but only plain water would it matter if meadows were black and storms mellow if elephants chirped and squirrels bellowed if lions were striped and zebras spotted if we walked backward to reach ahead would…