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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories and Books.

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Atop the World…

I walk up the steep winding path. At last, I reach the top. The wind rushes into my face with so much fervor as if it has been waiting to reveal all its secrets, held for ages. In the middle... Continue Reading →

The Road Never Taken…

It's a Monday like no other Monday. I am traveling to work, on the same train, through the same route, but why does it all seem different? Are all these the same people who travel with me everyday? Or are... 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... Continue Reading →

A Figment of Imagination

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn't. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn't. After all, all couples fight, isn't it? What's the big deal? So what, if it's an anniversary or a birthday... Continue Reading →

वो भी क्या दिन थे …

वो भी क्या दिन थे जब लालच खिलौनों से ज़्यादा एक अठन्नी की होती थी जब उस एक अठन्नी से सारे बाजार की सैर मज़े से होती थी वो भी क्या दिन थे जब माँ से ज़्यादा पड़ोस की चाची... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Ale

when the night went dark and the moon turned pale draped in shy shadows we danced drunk in ale ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #ale on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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