when I returned lost and beaten through the woods to reach where I belong no one was there to welcome me except the scorching trail and the ruins beyond ~~~~~ Asha Seth



चुपके से दबे पाओं आकर मेरे घर में तुम्हारी बातें कुछ ऐसे बसेरा कर गयीं की आज मुझसे ज़्यादा कहीं तुम हो झलकती उन आइनों से जिनमें मैं कभी खुदको तलाशता था की आज मुझसे ज़्यादा कहीं तुम हो छलकती इन पलकों से जिनसे मैं कभी खुदको तराशता था ~~~~~ आशा सेठ


Everything around feels indifferent suspended in limbo forlorn and forgotten losing life breath by breath ♥ old books on the table dried flowers on the mantel cold ash in the fireplace rotting sausages on the plate unmowed uncared lawn creepers unkempt overgrown clock hands flicker in vain dust-draped photo-frames faces with fading smiles mirrors covered in... Continue Reading →

Nightmares in the Day

"What do you see?" probed my mother with a worried look on her face, a look she failed to hide. It’s been weeks and I have grown tired of seeing things in the day time. Yes, day-time. The remnants from my nightmares born from fragmented pieces of sleep, becoming nightmares in the day. And I drag... Continue Reading →

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