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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

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Dream

When the child was asked to draw his dream, the colours couldn't paint enough, the brush gave up too soon. ~~~~~ Written for the writing prompt #dream on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~... Continue Reading →

Dr. Zhivago – An Excerpt

What I have come to like best in the whole of Russian literature is the childlike Russian quality of Pushkin and Chekhov, their modest reticence in such high-sounding matters as the ultimate purpose of mankind or their own salvation. It... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

the peasant’s daughter  tills the land  so her father  can rest a bit longer the shoemaker’s girl scissors the fine leather as she steals glances at the butcher’s brother the grocer’s wife cuts her finger as she worries  about her... Continue Reading →

Vain

What wouldn't I be to have my name on her lips? Be as vain as mere puppets played at her fingertips. ~~~~~ Written for the writing prompt #vain on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here.... Continue Reading →

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 →

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