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 →

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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 →

Sweet Nothings!

He looked into my face, turned away, and stared again. I wondered what it was he was searching. Whether he found it. Whether not. I tried to make out from the way his eyes scanned the lines of my face. How did I look to stranger eyes? His gaze rested on my lips. Maybe the... Continue Reading →

One Last Time…

What can be hoped after your last chance is snatched away? What can you say when a debris of words clogs your throat, gnaws at your brain? What remains when your heart's tired of being numb? What can be done, when that 'one last time' never comes? ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Just the way you are…

like a snake shedding its skin shed yours i know it’s fake be bereaved of pretentions crawl under my skin creep into my veins breathe to the tune of my heart’s beat for only then you’ll know i need you body and soul minus your masks minus your deceits minus your longing to come clean like a prisoner... Continue Reading →

The Micawber

she turned time to dust and with its immortal remains draped the unfair turns canopied the unkind curves time had strewn in her path and left her homeless, hopeless she was ready now to revel in time's wreck to rise from its hell ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Blank Stares

when he looked at me it felt as though  he was trying to solve a mystery in the beginning, I wanted more much more than them blank stares they didn’t make sense why wouldn’t he say why not even try steal glances, he did but in the moment that our gazes met I swear, I... Continue Reading →

उस रोज़…

उस रोज़ जब नींद ने अलविदा कहा ऐसा लगा बरसों पुराने किसी दोस्त से बिछड़ना हुआ खुद को जब आईने में देखा ऐसा लगा किसी अजनबी से मुलाकात हुई हस्ते हुए चेहरे के पीछे उस अक्स को पहचान न सकी आंगन में कबूतरों की गुटर गु कुछ नागवार सी लगी उनकी आवाज़ उदासीन सी लगी... Continue Reading →

Would you believe?

Would you believe if I said  there’s not one minute his shadows don’t escort me? There’s not one night his memories would abscond me? Would you believe if I said that the flowers I left upon his grave haven’t dried even after years? That his headstone reads his rimes a different one each time? ~~~~~ Asha Seth

पतझड़ और वो…

जब मिले हम उस पतझड़ से कुछ इस कदर डूबे उसकी ख़ूबसूरती में की यह पूछना भूल गए वह आएंगे भी या बस उनकी यादें साथ लाये हो उसकी बाहों में सिमट यह बोलना भूल गए इंतज़ार हमें वो करवाते हैं पर हमारी तन्हाई को सीने से तुम लगा लेते हो ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

Day 100: When Dad left for his Maker…

Dear Dad, This heart's broken into pieces, forever; there's no denying that now. It bleeds barrels. I can't seem to be able to put it together. No matter how hard I try, it crumbles like a castle, into a thousand tiny grains of sand at the slightest memory of you. There's an ache that threatens... Continue Reading →

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