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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

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The Third Date

(I) 'Are we still strangers?' The message read. It was about five months since we first met on the online book-reading site. Bookish talks, endless discussions on favorite authors, sharing quotes and dialogues, greatly summed up our chat affair. Many... Continue Reading →

Randaze

Luck hid in the dark beyond bliss Refused to show up when I chased it ♥ Love followed a different melody Each time I played it ♥ Trust took shelter in the street Of which I’d long gotten rid ♥... Continue Reading →

Magic

the red wine the black dress the silver smile and my mind in a haze i still don't remember what worked the magic i was with you and you were everywhere ~~~~~ Written for the writing prompt #magic on Instagram.... Continue Reading →

Vain

What wouldn't I be to have my name on her lips? Be as vain as mere puppets played at her fingertips. ~~~~~ Written for the writing prompt #vain on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here.... Continue Reading →

Melancholia

the night grows on as minutes burn to hours I lie in my bed curled in the sheets that was once ours ♥ the matted off-white blanket the stains on the pillows remind me just how inconsolably incomplete I am... Continue Reading →

A Place Not Home…

the wind blows away the autumn leaves that crunch beneath my feet and the rains reduce them to refuse lying in the detritus at the end of the street in the dark of the night when the candles burn to... Continue Reading →

Exorcise

to write about love is a cliche of sorts i put my pen to paper to write a tale of obsession of lust of admiration of deliberate attempts rushed and hushed of chances grabbed and opportunities lost of everything that made... Continue Reading →

Apocalypse

A catastrophe affliction in disguise wilfully unfair prejudiced non-permitting the hearts to unite charred affections replaced for wrath so we could hurt and make bleed our lips met  only to bite into  the melancholy our minds battled with our bodies met only to strip  and insult our conscience... Continue Reading →

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