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Exorcise

to write about love is a cliche of sorts i put my pen to paper to write a tale of obsession of lust of admiration of deliberate attempts rushed and hushed of chances grabbed and opportunities lost of everything that made... Continue Reading →

Time to Hibernate

Hullo friends! I hope you all are fantastic. I wish so because I am not really in the best state of mind myself, of late. Know what I just realised? I am of the habit of writing 'hello' 'hullo' because that's... Continue Reading →

Bewitched

And all the fairytales she’d read and the princes she'd secretly loved and the castles she’d hoped to live in and the magic  she’d expected to feel. They had come right back to bewitch her days and charm her nights... Continue Reading →

If…

If words could release the rues I’d write a 1000 page book If tears could beat the woes I’d cry out an ocean and more If pores of the skin could subsume the deluge I’d plug each pore with grit... Continue Reading →

la douleur exquise

And ever so slowly I fell in love with you while watching you lost in worlds far away from me with the way you lose yourself in stories drifting to unreal places desiring fictional novices when you scribble hurriedly when you smile... Continue Reading →

But Don’t Write Poetry!

Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post. Chew on the left side of your mouth only. Marry a... Continue Reading →

Year-End Jitters

As the year draws to an end, why is there a heightened sense of urgency? Why is there a yearning to have realized every dream, have every wish fulfilled? Why do my feet ache for a globetrotting escapade, to leave... Continue Reading →

I wasn’t drunk…

I wasn't drunk when I spun my life around us I wasn't drunk when I emptied my secrets laid myself bare open showed you into the room where my fragile insecurities hid naked as my ripped open heart I wasn't... Continue Reading →

Convalesce

An ethereal shift An enter to exit No backspace Nothing to erase ♥ No feelings No control Free as a dove No more in love ~~~~~~~ Asha Seth

Tell Me

Tell me you love me and there's nothing more I need to know  Tell me you hate me and there's nothing more I want to know Tell me  you want to give it a chance and there's nothing I would not... Continue Reading →

Thoughts

Words escape my mind, but thoughts never leave. Caught in a whirlwind, this is what perplexes me... What happens when you miss someone? Do they miss you too? What happens when your heart misses a beat? Does it get passed on to someone... Continue Reading →

A writer’s anxiety

As a writer, it makes me anxious to not know exactly where I'm headed with my writing. Most times, I have no clear view of where I am going. It’s like walking in a tunnel with no end. It leaves me in a... Continue Reading →

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