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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories and Books.

एक शाम वक़्त के नाम…

कई सुबह कई शामें गुजरीं वक़्त के कदम कभी न रुके एक पल में सदियाँ बदल गयीं कई सदियाँ एक पल में सिमटे ~~~ इस पहेली में गुम यह सोचा ज़रा फुर्सत से बैठें वक़्त को मुट्ठी में थाम उससे... Continue Reading →

The Pen’s Plight

the night grows curious as soon as she lights the lamp she moves the chair in place with a groan and a screech it obliges she picks up the pen the ink resists the flow refuses to let go a... Continue Reading →

In A Disused Graveyard

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Write even when you don’t want to…

We grew up reading Agatha Christie. Some of her tales have been etched in our memories like they were things that happened yesterday. She was damn good and there's not a freckle of doubt about it. Looking back, thinking of... Continue Reading →

A Figment of Imagination

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn't. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn't. After all, all couples fight, isn't it? What's the big deal? So what, if it's an anniversary or a birthday... Continue Reading →

Somewhere between…

Somewhere between sunset and moonrise, I lost you... Somewhere between sleeping and dreaming, I lost you... Somewhere between black and white, I lost you... Somewhere between heart and mind, I lost you... ~~~~~ Asha Seth

वो भी क्या दिन थे …

वो भी क्या दिन थे जब लालच खिलौनों से ज़्यादा एक अठन्नी की होती थी जब उस एक अठन्नी से सारे बाजार की सैर मज़े से होती थी वो भी क्या दिन थे जब माँ से ज़्यादा पड़ोस की चाची... Continue Reading →

Kohinoor: The Story of the World’s Most Infamous Diamond – An Excerpt

Lena Login watched as an emissary from the Tower of London, escorted by yeoman warders, entered the drawing room. He carried a small casket in his hands, which the queen opened delicately. She showed the open box to Albert and... Continue Reading →

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