January

December with all its damp left me happier than January with all the sun could How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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Christmas in India: A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born. Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway! Oh the... Continue Reading →

A Pinch of Pine

So December is upon us... Are you thinking of resolutions already? Or are you rushing to fulfil some forgotten dreams? I? I am of a queer mood this month. I want to take leave of the routine and wander off to some place unknown. I wish to dig my nose in dried out roses, feel... Continue Reading →

December is here…

....The days get colder, the nights longer, as the year counts its final breaths. December, the receptacle of the leftovers of unrealised dreams, the harbinger of hopes and guilty wishes. The summer has finally bid goodbye but lurks around the corners of misty mornings and exhausted evenings....  ....The careless way the snow fills the overheads... Continue Reading →

December

the snow, the chilly winds, these will always be, December, though, will always remind me, of us, you and me, your whispers on foggy breaths, the warmth of your touch, melting beneath my skin. ~~~~~~~ Asha Seth

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