Irony

Flowers bloom where the dead lie. What an irony! What a place to thrive! ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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Whispers

the wind gently blows caressing my thoughts I wait to hear if it carries your whispers ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #whispers on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Longings

stars tiptoed behind the clouds as longings were set free night after night ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #longings on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Reunion

after a decade they denied recognition but their happy hounds wagged their tails at the unexpected reunion ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #reunion on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning - sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #choice on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Trade

"Maa, did the bear take away your other bangle too?" asked the little girl. "Yes, darling" nodded the mother, eyeing the pink dress hidden in the corner. This wasn't the last time when desires were traded for dreams. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #trade on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~... Continue Reading →

Memoir

in the heart of the ocean tossed and forgotten hopes and secrets dreams and regrets holding decaying memoirs dancing in the warm wild waters ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #memoir on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Half-baked

a million summers and springs the heart was home to half-baked salacities ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #halfbaked on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Ale

when the night went dark and the moon turned pale draped in shy shadows we danced drunk in ale ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #ale on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Kiss

When his rains flood you with fears run into my arms I'll kiss away your tears ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #kiss on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Querencia

Mornings bring back your ghosts. I don't know what to do with them just as much I don't know what to do with myself. I ask them to stand guard at the door of my mind and heart. So that the memories of your smiles,  your stares, your touch, and everything else pretty much, don’t... Continue Reading →

Tales

tonight let's talk in silences and stares let's weave tales that words never dared ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #tales on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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