The Way that We Are– Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Priyam Acharya | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 196 ‘The Way that We Are’, is Priyam Acharya’s second collection of free verses. Developed and written almost entirely during the year of the pandemic, every work in the compilation offers a perspective into the vulnerable side of human beings – making us the way that we,…

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Words – Micropoetry

these words they could teach us to make love or start wars never known a magic so potent * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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Forgotten…

those wiltingleaves of the treesyou have in your backyardlong to knowhow long will youleave them morose and witheringyou won’t even lookshe’d breathed life in thembut nowyou’re their familynurture them like she didlike you’d havehad she not left

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Dead – Micropoetry

some water plants when they are buds some water them after they are dead * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below.

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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maybe that’s why…

a piece of your heart is lost in the crevices of this heart of mine maybe that’s why I know you’re missing me wanting to hold me to caress my lips to drape your body over mine like a creeper vein running up a wall maybe that’s why I know you shed a silent tear…

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You were my drug…

you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…

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Ghostly Tales from the Indian Hills by Ruskin Bond: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Ruskin Bond | Genre: Horror, Indian Literature | Pages: 207 | Publisher: Speaking Tiger Vintage storyteller Ruskin Bond has created some unforgettable characters in his novels and stories, but perhaps the most memorable and unusual among them are the ghosts and spirits he has encountered. These ghosts are not always horrific; they are mysterious and often benevolent,…

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My First Attempt at NaNoWriMo

Hello, dear reader! How have you been? It’s been long we spoke. Tell me all of what’s happening with you. If not all, at least give me bits. What was October like? What did you do? Did you read much? How was Halloween? There is so much I want to know about you. Maybe, because…

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It’s a shame…

It’s a shame

that i want more of you

always more

so much more

like a hungry wolf

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Light – Micropoetry

it was the light from the scars that made the broken ones shine * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 *******

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Silences – Micropoetry

don’t speak of me to the world think of me in the silences between your words * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 *******

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Lover (The Art of Staying Lost Series): ARC Review by Asha Seth

Author: Sakshi Narula | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 125 A poem is a ray of hope, a friend who is as messed up as you but knows you better than the rest of the world. From the author of the celebrated poetry collection, Loveish comes this two book poetry series, The Art Of Staying Lost. Lover, the…

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The Silver Linings Playbook: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Mathew Quick | Genre: Romance | Pages: 289 | Publisher: Sarah Crichton Books Meet Pat. Pat has a theory: his life is a movie produced by God. And his God-given mission is to become physically fit and emotionally literate, whereupon God will ensure a happy ending for him—the return of his estranged wife, Nikki. (It might not…

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Late – MicroPoetry

maybe that’s why letters always arrived late weighed down by all the love and regrets * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Find a whole bunch of my pieces on Instagram. Just visit the link below. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂

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4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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What’s on my TBR for September 2020?

After a month-long hiatus, I have planned to be back on track with my reading. One good thing that happened amidst the avalanche of tragedies was that I received quite a few books on my birthday last month. MY TBR or to-be-read pile includes all these books and some more. Most of these books are…

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Books I Read in July

July, so far, was the only month this year that I met my reading goals. There were some really good titles I read and I know I am going back to them soon. There were some others that had room for more entertainment. But overall, a fantastic reading month. Yes! Usually, I try to read…

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Everything I Never Told You – An Excerpt

“When she’d kissed him, she had surprised herself. It had been such an impulse – the way she sometimes reached out to catch a stray leaf on the wind, or jumped a puddle on a rainy day – something done without thinking or resisting, something pointless and harmless. She had never done anything like that…

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Love – Micropoetry

like a mad dog this heart went on chasing the trails of love * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry For more of my poetry, Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~  Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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when I stopped waiting…

the skies turned purple to pink the lilies rushed from buds to blooms the pale winds gathered words whispered love in the ears of bereaving dawns everywhere was lively everything was gay when I stopped waiting new dreams found their way under my roof in its dark dark room and lit was the heart that…

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