वो पापा ही थे …

बारिश की उन रातों में डूबे हुए नम यादों में घूँट घूँट उन घंटों को पीते थे हाँ, वो पापा ही थे सुबह की न होश न खबर सूरज की किरणों से परहेज कर खली बोतलों में अधूरे सपनों को समेटते थे हाँ, वो पापा ही थे ख्वाहिशों की शैय्या से दूर बुने अपने बेशर्त... Continue Reading →

The Ocean called Love

with a reckless hope that had left me ashore the last time I was at the banks of the ocean called love I could hardly believe this time how those beautiful waves accepted me as if it had never denied me my share ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Let’s start again?

maybe I’ll forget  all that you said maybe you’ll forget  all that I did maybe I was wrong  and you were right maybe you were the one who always ended our fights maybe I never wanted to let you go maybe you never wanted to have me back and maybe, amidst all these maybes we... Continue Reading →

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

Would it matter?

would it matter if the rising sun was purple the sinking moon amber if what we cried were not salted tears but only plain water would it matter if meadows were black and storms mellow if elephants chirped and squirrels bellowed if lions were striped and zebras spotted if we walked backward to reach ahead would... Continue Reading →

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 →

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