Stars

Some of us didn't look for our loved ones in the stars we kept them safe hidden in our hearts Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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एक छत के नीचे…

सुबह जब घर से निकलता उसका चेहरा दिल में लिए चलता रास्ते भर यही सोचता कब तक ऐसे चलेगा फटे पुराने चप्पल रास्तों से लड़ते इसी तरह रोज़ गुज़ारे की तलाश में दिन से रात रात से दिन करता शाम को जब घर लौटता वो बैठी रहती पैर पसारे मेरा इंतज़ार करते मुझे देख मुस्कुराती... Continue Reading →

मत कहो…

मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... जहां बारातों में हज़ारों के निवाले कूड़े दान को खिलाये जा रहे हैं पर एक पिता अपने परिवार को दो वक़्त की रोटी तक को खून बहा रहा है मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... की बंद घरों में दीवारों पे लटकी तसवीरें घंटो ऐसी का हवा... Continue Reading →

Ruins

when I returned lost and beaten through the woods to reach where I belong no one was there to welcome me except the scorching trail and the ruins beyond ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Passé

Wishing upon shooting stars was passé I only had to look into your eyes to find everything I've ever wanted How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

सुनहरी यादें…

सूरज की लौटती किरणों के संग हताश तन्हाईयाँ वापस लौट गयीं सुनहरी यादों से लिपटी यह शाम एक बार फिर हमें ज़िंदादिल कर गयी... ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

January

December with all its damp left me happier than January with all the sun could How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Melancholies

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be draped in melancholies and yet be smiling at the stars above? How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Books

and those books were not books but souls who understood me better than all the beings of the world put together ~~~~~ So, here's the thing - I intend to do a lot of poem-publishing this year. Why? Because: 1. I love writing poems 2.I found an abandoned lot of scribbles from few years back. I... Continue Reading →

Existence

What I see, is perhaps,  what my mind wants me to see. What I feel, is perhaps, what my heart wants me to feel. What I say, is perhaps, what my words want me to say. What I do, is perhaps, what my conscience wants me to. Am I a mere puppet  of the elements... Continue Reading →

Just the way you are…

like a snake shedding its skin shed yours i know it’s fake be bereaved of pretentions crawl under my skin creep into my veins breathe to the tune of my heart’s beat for only then you’ll know i need you body and soul minus your masks minus your deceits minus your longing to come clean like a prisoner... Continue Reading →

The Micawber

she turned time to dust and with its immortal remains draped the unfair turns canopied the unkind curves time had strewn in her path and left her homeless, hopeless she was ready now to revel in time's wreck to rise from its hell ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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