March

March came with rare lessons learnt perhaps, its better to leave some bridges burnt Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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Alone

The toughest part always is walking down the same lanes alone Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Pieces

strangely, the pieces you left me in, kept me whole, insanely whole, for an entire lifetime... 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

Belongings of Buried Longings

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it... Continue Reading →

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

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

Review Available on: Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon Author: Peter Swanson| Genre: Thriller, 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

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