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

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 →

Trade

"Maa, did the bear take away your other bangle too?" asked the little girl. "Yes, darling" nodded the mother, eyeing the pink dress hidden in the corner. This wasn't the last time when desires were traded for dreams. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #trade on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~... 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

जिस दिन उसने …

तड़पती तरसती उन निगाहों ने मुस्कुराना छोड़ दिया जिस दिन उसने अपना घर, अपना देश अपना आँगन छोड़ दिया ठहरती फिसलती उन क़दमों ने खुशियां ढूँढना छोड़ दिया जिस दिन उसने अपना घर, अपना देश अपना आँगन छोड़ दिया रोती सिसकती उन आँखों ने सपने देखना छोड़ दिया जिस दिन उसने अपना घर, अपना देश... Continue Reading →

Half-baked

a million summers and springs the heart was home to half-baked salacities ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #halfbaked on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Until…

I drink from the pool of self-made abyss of the mortified bliss until I walk smeared in regrets of past leftovers of blasted makeovers until I roll in the sands of time of one many lifetimes of their forlorn rhymes until I follow the trails of sanguine morrows of deflated sorrows until I peel off... Continue Reading →

Finally Better…

a thousand waves wrestled to caress my tired self paler grew the dark night as waves ebbed and etched across the seamless horizon distant and dreary the prideful moon watched on as a million tiny pieces of sands and shells cloaked my skin concealed my fears somewhere far away a light came up in the... Continue Reading →

A dream within a dream

woke up from a dead slumber to find myself buried deep within the womb of earth rustic red smell fill my nostrils squirming limbless beatless, breathless a void, inside a void wriggling, wrestling maggots and worms in the inside of my sweaty palms crawled rocks in pebbles lost in identity render me vague extinct, inexplicably... 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 →

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 →

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