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 →

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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 →

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 खाली 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

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