plenty of shades all around me and I was distracted easily but for the faded sky that enveloped me no matter where I went Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more of my poems. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth
Nothingness
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
Remains
never saw a day through the eyes of glory but when dusk came I cried for it, nonetheless what was it that pinched the heart so when everything seemed merry why did it feel awry? the lakes felt a bit too full yet couldn't quench my thirst and till date, till this minute what is... Continue Reading →
Pretentious
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 is an illusion…
but it is an illusion to want to have that what may never live you'll forever find what was never there if you continue to look you might just see why you never had it but it is an illusion to want to have that what may never live walk ahead but look down that... Continue Reading →
An earth with no sky…
I wanted to run and hide and then I turned and saw what was chasing me was also what was leading me that I was following it with all my heart then what was it that I didn't feel mine or was it what I was living for endlessly even beyond time I couldn't tell... Continue Reading →
Stars
Some of us didn't look for our loved ones in the stars we kept them safe hidden in our hearts Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth
एक छत के नीचे…
सुबह जब घर से निकलता उसका चेहरा दिल में लिए चलता रास्ते भर यही सोचता कब तक ऐसे चलेगा फटे पुराने चप्पल रास्तों से लड़ते इसी तरह रोज़ गुज़ारे की तलाश में दिन से रात रात से दिन करता शाम को जब घर लौटता वो बैठी रहती पैर पसारे मेरा इंतज़ार करते मुझे देख मुस्कुराती... Continue Reading →
मत कहो…
मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... जहां बारातों में हज़ारों के निवाले कूड़े दान को खिलाये जा रहे हैं पर एक पिता अपने परिवार को दो वक़्त की रोटी तक को खून बहा रहा है मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... की बंद घरों में दीवारों पे लटकी तसवीरें घंटो ऐसी का हवा... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
कभी जो…
कभी जो नज़रें मिलीं पलकें झुका न लेना कभी जो मेरी यादों ने दस्तक दी उन्हें ठुकरा न देना उम्मीद लिए देहलीज़ पर खड़ा हूँ इस इंतज़ार में कब मेरी गली से गुज़रोगे कभी जो मेरी आवाज़ सुनो अजनबी कहकर मेरा शहर छोड़ न देना ~~~~~ आशा सेठ
The Knowing
flowers bloomed carefree looking here laughing there as the day slithered from dawn to dusk some of those flowers turned pale their end was their the next morning was not for them ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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