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The Musing Quill

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

Men without Women – An Excerpt

Kino couldn’t remember now what had led him to sleep with the woman that night. Kino had felt, from the first, that there was something out of the ordinary about her. Something had triggered an instinctive response, warning him not... Continue Reading →

Pieces of You

The bedsheets ...still smell of you. The couch ...hollowed out from your lounging. The soaps in the bath ...have imprints from your touch. The glasses on the counter ...still wear your lipstick stains. The walls ...draped in your handwritten notes... Continue Reading →

Dear Reader…

Dear Reader, You & I, we haven't met but you are more than a friend. We haven't shared a talk but you are my secret keeper. You've been patient when I had to rant, and lent me peace of your... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Kuch Vo Pal

Hindi poets such as Gulzar, Kabir, Harivansh Rai Bachchan, Javed Akhtar, etc. have always influenced my thoughts in poetry. Their works have always inspired me. Rarely have I come across debut works in Hindi poetry from contemporary writers. So when... Continue Reading →

3 Best Tips on Writing Irresistible Blog Titles

We write to be heard. Writers who claim differently are only fooling themselves. While we bleed on a paper or on the canvas, all we really ask for is some attention, some affection. Ask yourself this, the last time you... Continue Reading →

Book Review: The Four Patriots

Well, the blurb for this book read - If you have ever fallen victim to the system, been humiliated, felt helpless… this book is for you. For a common man, it is hard to deny that fact. Everyone, at some point, has... Continue Reading →

Veiled Ink

A Wonderful Poem by Joseph, a very dear friend. Peek into his fascinating world here: https://seeingthewhisper.wordpress.com ~~~~~ In a soft embrace of shadows As you release me from your pen Will I see you today? As I create my life with words. Throw... Continue Reading →

The Broken Swing

The girl gripped her mother's finger as the mother started narrating the story. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Forrest…” Her little girl of four loved horror tales. She was surprised that the girl felt no... Continue Reading →

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