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चलते चलते कदम नहीं थकते ठहर जाने से थकते हैं यह सोचकर परेशान नहीं दिल की कल की सुबह आज सी नहीं होगी पर इस सोच में डूबा रेहता है की आज की शाम कल सी हुई तोह क्या डर इस बात का नहीं की कल अपने मुँह मोड़ लें फिक्र इस बात की होती... Continue Reading →

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Voice of The Soul: Book Review by Asha Seth

Synopsis: The poems are experiences that the poet shares with the world and these experiences are nothing fancy- they are all moments that the poet experiences with himself. They are questions risen from inquisitiveness and introspection. Author: Shreyans Kanswa| Genre: Poetry | Pages: 120 Reading 'Voice of the Soul' had me charged up with an altogether different experience.... Continue Reading →

बसेरा…

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

Life

Perhaps, life was not a mystery to be solved but an adventure to be kissed Hello reader, I hope you are enjoying my poems. With the micropoetry series, I am inviting prompts for writing poems. Do share your one-word prompts you would love to see etched in a poem and I shall love to oblige.... Continue Reading →

Passé

Wishing upon shooting stars was passé I only had to look into your eyes to find everything I've ever wanted How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

सुनहरी यादें…

सूरज की लौटती किरणों के संग हताश तन्हाईयाँ वापस लौट गयीं सुनहरी यादों से लिपटी यह शाम एक बार फिर हमें ज़िंदादिल कर गयी... ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

A Blind Date with My Late Father

"That's enough! I quit," and I stormed out of my manager's office. I was done taking blames for things I'd never done, or rather for what others had done. "Don't take shit, ever," dad had always said. Once again, more than anything, it was father's perpetual absence that nipped me at every point in life.... Continue Reading →

Melancholies

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be draped in melancholies and yet be smiling at the stars above? How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Day 170: When Dad left for his Maker

There are nights I wake up in a haze. My eyes travel to your rocking chair at the end of the room. Is it truly rocking or is it my mind playing tricks? It is difficult to say in the dark of the night. I stare hard and long as if staring longer would make... Continue Reading →

Goodbye 2018!

More than half of the year passed by within the blink of an eye. Rest half of it was spent traveling through some of the most beautiful canvases of the country. All in all, I can't say if I am happy or sad. It's a neutral ground I find myself in. I dig my heart... Continue Reading →

Irony

Flowers bloom where the dead lie. What an irony! What a place to thrive! ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Resurrection

I fell in love with the way you wrote poems on my skin tracing your fingers that kissed away the scars my soul was tired of wearing I fell in love with the way you whispered just the right things when the heart was lost and restored hope with your patient words I fell in love... Continue Reading →

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