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 →

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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

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

All the Beautiful Lies: Book Review by Asha Seth

The review is also available on Goodreads. Author: Peter Swanson| Genre: Crime Fiction | Pages: 309 The Plot: Harry Ackerman has only properly met his step-mother, Alice, for the first time after his father, Bill Ackerman's death. But as soon as Harry returns to Maine, sinister things start happening around him. Was his father's death... Continue Reading →

The Morning after Christmas: A Poem by Asha Seth

The lights on the tree shone yellow and bright and smiled cheerfully as the parents hid the Xmas gifts with secret strides 🎄 The night before the children were exuberant after all, it was time for wishes laid upon the heart of Santa’s pride 🎄 Chloe and Bryan slept how peacefully knowing Santa riding around... Continue Reading →

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 →

Whispers

the wind gently blows caressing my thoughts I wait to hear if it carries your whispers ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #whispers on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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 →

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 →

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

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