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

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 →

Longings

stars tiptoed behind the clouds as longings were set free night after night ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #longings on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

A Shooting Star – A Short Story

Once upon a time, somewhere in the vast open sky, an assembly was summoned. The biggest and brightest of stars took the senior positions in the assembly. Then the smaller stars took to lower rungs and the meeting commenced. Speculation was rife that the moon; who had conveniently chosen to stay away from the meeting... Continue Reading →

For One More Day: Book Review by Asha Seth

The review is also available on Goodreads. The Blurb: Charley Benetto is a broken man, his life destroyed by alcohol and regret. He loses his job. He leaves his family. He hits rock bottom after discovering he won't be invited to his only daughter's wedding. And he decides to take his own life. Charley takes a... Continue Reading →

The Ocean called Love

with a reckless hope that had left me ashore the last time I was at the banks of the ocean called love I could hardly believe this time how those beautiful waves accepted me as if it had never denied me my share ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Let’s start again?

maybe I’ll forget  all that you said maybe you’ll forget  all that I did maybe I was wrong  and you were right maybe you were the one who always ended our fights maybe I never wanted to let you go maybe you never wanted to have me back and maybe, amidst all these maybes we... Continue Reading →

Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning - sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #choice on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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