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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

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From the Writer’s Desk

Allow Me

What are you afraid of? What’s stopping you? Some pages are better torn off and some meant to be burnt. But don't you stop me, baby, allow me to fix you back. ♥ Walk right by my side, I’ll heal those... Continue Reading →

Dying Embers

Fire burnt the logs through the night, and all that was left behind were the dying embers... the warmth of your touch sinking deep under my skin, you were the fire slowly turning me to ash… under the starless sky, we... Continue Reading →

Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and... Continue Reading →

When a writer bleeds

her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning... 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 →

Hurt

It doesn't hurt as much When you say you don't love me It doesn't hurt as much When you show you don't need me But it does hurt When you walk away each time It does hurt When you say... Continue Reading →

Mysterious

Hidden with dense interpretations Left to his mind’s contemplation Her mysterious expressions Stir his insides A momentary pause From the routine Letting herself wander Perhaps, in the world of her dreams Those tiny little curves Find him in a wonder... Continue Reading →

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