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

Blank Stares

when he looked at me it felt as though  he was trying to solve a mystery in the beginning, I wanted more much more than them blank stares they didn’t make sense why wouldn’t he say why not even try steal glances, he did but in the moment that our gazes met I swear, I... Continue Reading →

उस रोज़…

उस रोज़ जब नींद ने अलविदा कहा ऐसा लगा बरसों पुराने किसी दोस्त से बिछड़ना हुआ खुद को जब आईने में देखा ऐसा लगा किसी अजनबी से मुलाकात हुई हस्ते हुए चेहरे के पीछे उस अक्स को पहचान न सकी आंगन में कबूतरों की गुटर गु कुछ नागवार सी लगी उनकी आवाज़ उदासीन सी लगी... Continue Reading →

Would you believe?

Would you believe if I said  there’s not one minute his shadows don’t escort me? There’s not one night his memories would abscond me? Would you believe if I said that the flowers I left upon his grave haven’t dried even after years? That his headstone reads his rimes a different one each time? ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Indifference

it doesn’t matter  whether days fuse into nights or seas dissolve into the skies you carry on breathing the same air eating the same dust as the day you were born like the day after you die ~~~~~ Asha Seth

The Crescent Scar – A Short Story

That evening, Eleanor seemed to be preoccupied. She was walking ahead of me. From my vantage point, I could see the back of her skull etched in the backdrop of the amber sky. I knew better than to ask what was bothering her. Because it was Eleanor. The Hot-headed Eleanor. The Strange Eleanor. And I... Continue Reading →

The Rotten Secret – A Short Story

"I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?" Harry stared at his mother. "Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn't die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him." He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn't blinked... Continue Reading →

पतझड़ और वो…

जब मिले हम उस पतझड़ से कुछ इस कदर डूबे उसकी ख़ूबसूरती में की यह पूछना भूल गए वह आएंगे भी या बस उनकी यादें साथ लाये हो उसकी बाहों में सिमट यह बोलना भूल गए इंतज़ार हमें वो करवाते हैं पर हमारी तन्हाई को सीने से तुम लगा लेते हो ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

Belongings of Buried Longings

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it... Continue Reading →

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

No Home for My Poem…

cut me open there’s no blood left to spill veins will only squirt dejected hopes rip me limb to limb only words will tumble forth stories waiting to escape will find their way out to the hearts of those who doubted disbelieved and when I am dead my parodies will sing for me because in... Continue Reading →

A Shooting Star – A Short Story

Once upon a time, somewhere in the vast open sky, an assembly was summoned. The biggest and brightest of stars took the senior positions in the assembly. Then the smaller stars took to lower rungs and the meeting commenced. Speculation was rife that the moon; who had conveniently chosen to stay away from the meeting... Continue Reading →

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