Day 170: When Dad left for his Maker

There are nights I wake up in a haze. My eyes travel to your rocking chair at the end of the room. Is it truly rocking or is it my mind playing tricks? It is difficult to say in the dark of the night. I stare hard and long as if staring longer would make... Continue Reading →

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Irony

Flowers bloom where the dead lie. What an irony! What a place to thrive! ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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

Day 100: When Dad left for his Maker…

Dear Dad, This heart's broken into pieces, forever; there's no denying that now. It bleeds barrels. I can't seem to be able to put it together. No matter how hard I try, it crumbles like a castle, into a thousand tiny grains of sand at the slightest memory of you. There's an ache that threatens... Continue Reading →

A Chimera

she smiled with scars dearer to her heart than her own flesh and blood her own kin and kind everything had changed but resolutions, but fate  she wore the injustice of time proudly upon her wrists never fretting never regretting everything had changed but pride, but fate the hollows of her eyes housed a million... Continue Reading →

For One More Day: Book Review by Asha Seth

The review is also available on Goodreads. The Blurb: Charley Benetto is a broken man, his life destroyed by alcohol and regret. He loses his job. He leaves his family. He hits rock bottom after discovering he won't be invited to his only daughter's wedding. And he decides to take his own life. Charley takes a... Continue Reading →

Forlorn but not Forgotten

Getting back after you've fallen down is easy. Getting back trying to live after life's mercilessly clobbered you in the back, is a different deal altogether. One can't begin to live just like they did. You realise you can't so readily trust, not even life. Taking dad away from me was worse than betrayal. I... Continue Reading →

Day 45: When Dad left for his Maker…

It's been a while I've wanted to write and tell you things. Tell you why I've not been around of late. I couldn't gather the courage. For I know, the pain that I feel, you'd feel too. But here I am. Finally. Making a lackadaisical attempt. Exactly, a year ago, this time, I had jotted... Continue Reading →

Answers with No Questions

Because that’s just how it is........ Because such is life........ Because even if for the fraction of a second, you had it, you would want it forever.......... Because you have to just accept that’s how things will be............. Because you have to go on living as if nothing had happened............ Because no matter what you... Continue Reading →

Hiraeth

I am going to die a slow death poisoned by the dreams I have nurtured  in the womb of my heart but couldn’t give birth to... ♥ Of love that I have longed for that has mournfully bred  and filled every pore of my skin of that nameless face for which  my soul has filtered crowds...... Continue Reading →

Irony

He walked tip-toed To not wake her from her sleep ♥ Hardly did he know She was not sleeping but drifting away ♥ In the arms of who awaited her on the other side ~ ~ ~ Asha Seth

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