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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 →
किस गली जाकर छुपूँ की तेरी यादें पीछा करना छोड़ दें हर नुक्कड़ पर इनका बसेरा है हर चौराह इनका मेला भरा रात ठहरूं चाहे जहाँ सुबह इन्ही की बाहों में होती है सोचता हूँ, मैं हूँ यहीं या बस इनकी सिलवटों में गुम कहीं तेरे जाने से जो गम न हुआ वह इनकी साथ... 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! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest
* * * * * She could've gone anywhere but she landed at the doorstep of regret * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest
The prince always came with the stars perhaps, he had signed a pact with the dark 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
Review Available on: Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon Author: Bidisha Ghosal| Genre: Crime Fiction| Pages: 548 The Blurb: Nearly a decade has passed since Rahul Satyabhagi, heir to the mega Satyabhagi business empire, had raped Avni Rambha, bested her in court, and gone on to become a men’s rights activist, and the who’s-who of Badrid... 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
It struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy, but always against one’s own body... On the battlefield, in the torture chamber, on a sinking ship, the issues that you are fighting for are always forgotten, because the body swells up until it fills the universe, and even... Continue Reading →
Tonight, I do not want to think about books. I do not want to talk of blogging. I do not want to draft a new post. I do not want to pride myself over everything I've gained. I do not want to reminisce about the pleasures, failures, anxieties, or liberation writing got me. I do... Continue Reading →
An award-winning book blogger, a copywriter by profession, and a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. Notoriously renowned as the 'BadBookthief', she loves books, dogs, and wine. Welcome to her inspiring world of Writing, Poetry, Books, Travels, and more.
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