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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

What is Poetry?

What is poetry? I know not. I’m a mere amateur trying to be someone. Mind you, not like someone. Poetry, to me is elusive. I know about poetry just as much a new-born knows about the wide vast world. It’s... Continue Reading →

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On Diwali…

A walk a mile filled the heart with smiles this is the only time the city shines brighter than a million sparkling stars in the deep blue night the glint from a thousand diyas devours the darkness the happy lanterns... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

The Joy of Giving

Certain lessons of life run in your veins, like blood. Mother always said, that by giving, you grow. So we ought not think about what we give away, just give. Help those who have to struggle for the things you... Continue Reading →

The Queer Night

Pitch dark it was. Even the midnight shadows had sought shelter. I looked out the window again. Unsure if I really had heard something or just imagined. It had stopped raining. The water-logged street outside filled me with disgust. Rotting... Continue Reading →

Let’s have tea…

Let's have tea under the shade of the mulberry under the sweet rustling of its lush leaves ♥ Let's have tea no excuses, just you and me pour me a hot cup stir the lumps to nothingness while the wind... Continue Reading →

A Dog’s Heart – An Excerpt

With Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov has enchanted this reader's mind, eternally. The deities and devils both, must have been on his side, when he created Master and Margarita, for the kind of masterpiece it is. Soon after M&M, I... Continue Reading →

The Third Date

(I) 'Are we still strangers?' The message read. It was about five months since we first met on the online book-reading site. Bookish talks, endless discussions on favorite authors, sharing quotes and dialogues, greatly summed up our chat affair. Many... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, I am a writer…

Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a dreamer. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just an observer. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a muser. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a craver.... Continue Reading →

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