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 →

When the last of the winds have stopped howling even a dead leaf's stir will cause an uproar Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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

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

Dear Heart – Micropoetry

Dear Heart, I am still to meet someone who would put me in more sweet trouble than you. Yours lovingly. 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

Exorcise

to write about love is a cliche of sorts i put my pen to paper to write a tale of obsession of lust of admiration of deliberate attempts rushed and hushed of chances grabbed and opportunities lost of everything that made you trace back to me that made you hold me each time I fell for... Continue Reading →

Buried – Micropoetry

Your words dug a grave for my soul so deeply soothing that I wanted to remain there buried forever 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

Every time…

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

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