the tide has turned I am lost in its depths there's nothing saving me from the gnawing weeds filling my lungs but his words become my anchor against raging storms they hold me down from going astray all I need to do is hold on but I am slipping from their grip and he doesn't... Continue Reading →

* * * * * there was no dousing that fire, the night was a long one * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr | Pinterest

And baby, here's why you couldn't ruin me because even before we met a thousand fires had burnt me a thousand seas had drowned me Follow¬†@badbookthief¬†on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now:¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr

Quarantined in life connected in hearts this phase too shall pass just play your parts apart Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬© Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

In a world that falls for looks, darling, go for the soul. Follow¬†@badbookthief¬†on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now:¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr

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.¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now:¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr

Every time…

And every time, breathing felt like a mountain weighing you down I wish you‚Äôd come running into me‚Ķ that you‚Äôd allow me to cradle you to sleep‚Ķ And every time, living felt like a burden drowning you down I wish you‚Äôd come running into me‚Ķ that you‚Äôd allow me to cradle you to sleep‚Ķ And... Continue Reading →

Time – Micropoetry

trapped in the fist of memories, forced into modesty, craves to be set free. Follow¬†@badbookthief¬†on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem!¬†ūüôā ~~~~~ ¬©¬†Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now:¬†Youtube|¬†Twitter|¬†Instagram|¬†Facebook|¬†Tumblr

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