उस रात की बात …

क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात चौखट पे बैठे अतीत की चादर में लिपटे किस कदर हम ख्वाहिशों को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात होठों को सीए खामोशियों की बाहों में सिमटे किस कदर हम अल्फ़ाज़ को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हे उस रात की बात खुद से गुफ्तगू करते... Continue Reading →

A Tale of the Withering Mind

On a solitary walk in the park, met this old man, panting after a long hard run. He was taking heavy laboured breaths that, being asthmatic myself, I was all too familiar with. I asked if he needed medical help; he made a sign of the thumb that indicated water. I didn't have any of... Continue Reading →

Not all’s lost…

the day rolls on without so much as sparing a thought coaxing me on forcing sighs suffocated, precipitated from battles hard fought yet lost the minutes curious as a kid refuse to take a no drag me out of my agitated reveries take my hand pull me out the door the burning sun melts down... 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

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 violent jerk forces it to action half-hearted, the pen gives into submission but only to... 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 or any damn effing day? Why should it be any different? One can start a... Continue Reading →

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 के लड्डू अच्छे लगते थे जब पापा की डॉंट से बचाने दादाजी बहाने बना दिया... Continue Reading →

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

Until…

I drink from the pool of self-made abyss of the mortified bliss until I walk smeared in regrets of past leftovers of blasted makeovers until I roll in the sands of time of one many lifetimes of their forlorn rhymes until I follow the trails of sanguine morrows of deflated sorrows until I peel off... Continue Reading →

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

Finally Better…

a thousand waves wrestled to caress my tired self paler grew the dark night as waves ebbed and etched across the seamless horizon distant and dreary the prideful moon watched on as a million tiny pieces of sands and shells cloaked my skin concealed my fears somewhere far away a light came up in the... Continue Reading →

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