Pretentious – Micropoetry

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

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Writing Inspiration #33

Here’s a timeless advice that will take any writer; good at his trade, to places. Being economical with your words, not just makes it idiot-proof but also enhances the quality of your work tremendously. And of course, nothing’s excluded of this rule but the first drafts. What do you think? What do you think? How…

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Writing Inspiration #30

Perhaps, the golden rule of all things writing is this. Word upon word, you build that castle and then wander around in it leisurely, wallowing in the sweet fruits of your hard work and revel in the abundance of satisfaction. On those bad days, just remind yourself this – you’ve got just one word to…

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Longings

stars tiptoed behind the clouds as longings were set free night after night ~~~~~ 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  

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Writing Inspiration #29

In writing, often times, we are weighed down by our own passion to create the best pieces; pieces the world has never seen nor read. If anything, this passion pressure gets the better of us and there are days when writing down even a few words feels an avalanche of a job. So what do…

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No Home for My Poem…

cut me open there’s no blood left to spill veins will only squirt dejected hopes rip me limb to limb only words will tumble forth stories waiting to escape will find their way out to the hearts of those who doubted disbelieved and when I am dead my parodies will sing for me because in…

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Writing Inspiration #23

One of the most powerful advices on writing that I have come across in recent times. I haven’t before heard of this author but his words hit so hard. It is your voice alone that will give you the recognition you seek. Nothing more. Nothing less. Let nothing make you believe otherwise. And most importantly,…

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Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning – sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ 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

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Tales

tonight let’s talk in silences and stares let’s weave tales that words never dared ~~~~~ 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

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Words

she wrote in such a rush, as glaciers slide down upon earth swearing destruction, as a tornado threatens to destroy all that comes in its way, as waves crash against the rocks; so terrifying yet so beautiful. She wrote with such a passion. Words were her weapon and mighty destructive was she. ~~~~~ Happy writing…

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As the poems go…

As the poems go into the thousands you realize that you’ve created very little. It comes down to the rain, the sunlight, the traffic, the nights and the days of the years, the faces. Leaving this will be easier than living it, typing one more line now as a man plays a piano through the…

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The Book Lover

She read books. Devoured the words. Let sentences consume her. Drowned in the writer’s thoughts, she experienced a liberation she long sought. ♥ She read books. Wallowed in their magic. Allowed the stories to fill the gaping holes. And heal scars the world her branded upon her soul. ♥ But more than anything, she read…

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Fix

as the key clicked into the lock he stood up excited to finally see her to be with her ♥ she hurriedly wiped her kohl-stained eyes the memories of the finality still burning in her mind ♥ a weak smile replaced her sobs the truth need not be sensed the story need not known and hugged him as he jumped into her…

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Wordseduction

A paroxysm to sire. A wanderlust, a desire. Soledad, I come home. Wish for a glass of Merlot and dream of Rome ♥ Following my mind, you pull me close ‘Leave behind the mires’, you urge me so.  ♥ In the dark of the room, you lead me on. Tease me, seduce me, on the desk, then…

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A Game of Words

Work of Wonder by Advaita Inamdar Peek into his fascinating world here: https://extemporizedblog.wordpress.com/ ~~~~~ If it’s just a game of words, Then I must give it a try, It’s like a challenge to me, Gets me all mighty and high. My pen is a sword, And my poetry is a shield. I never forget to bring my dreams…

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Oblivious

She daydreams about the handsome princes and knights in shining armor the queens in glorious gowns and castles with secrets galore ♥ She’s mesmerized by the magic conjured by wands by the beauty of invisibility cloaks by cursed rings, poisoned apples, the elves, hobbits, and dwarfs ♥ Her world lies between the pages filled with…

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Craving

  Long did she stare at the books Beyond the shiny glass doors Reluctant to enter those massive aisles Not capable of holding herself back From stealing a copy or two Wishing for the umpteenth time She had the money to buy a few ♥ The last time, she’d entered the shop She’d glanced around furtively picking…

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Allow Me

What are you afraid of? What’s stopping you? Some pages are better torn off and some meant to be burnt. But don’t you stop me, baby, allow me to fix you back. ♥ Walk right by my side, I’ll heal those scars and take away the pain. Cast your reservations aside. Baby, open the door, allow…

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Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner  in the attic gathering dust and what not…

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When a writer bleeds

her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning her not a speck of light in the gloomy room except a flickering lamp at…

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Thoughts

Words escape my mind, but thoughts never leave. Caught in a whirlwind, this is what perplexes me… What happens when you miss someone? Do they miss you too? What happens when your heart misses a beat? Does it get passed on to someone somewhere Needing it to live? What happens when we blink our eyes? The things we miss…

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