जब निकले खुदको ढूंढने…

हर पल तेरी ही यादों में खोये जाने कब हम खुदसे ही बेगाने हुए शब्द तो मेरे थे पर ज़िक्र तेरा शहर तो मेरा था पर बसेरा तेरा जब निकले खुदको ढूंढने हर गली में मुलाकात हुई तुझसे सोचा तुझसे ही खुद का पता पूछ लूँ पर तेरी गलियों में इस कदर गुम हुए मानो... Continue Reading →

A Tickling Tyranny

There's this craving that won't be satiated no matter what I did, no matter where I went. The soul seems seeking something I do not know. How can I look for something when I do not know what I am looking for? This feeling. It's weird. It's outlandish. And yet deeply familiar. Like it's meant... Continue Reading →

ख्वाहिश बस इतनी सी थी…

रात की खामोशियों को चीरती हुई एक आवाज़ गूंजी जानी पहचानी सी उस शोर की तलाश में कदम मेरे कभी अंधेरों का पीछे करते कभी तेरी यादों का ~~~ सन्नाटों से लैस एक चौराहे पर फिर दूर खड़ी तेरी परछाई मुझे देख मुस्कुरायी हज़ारों सवाल लिए मेरी नज़रें तेरा मन टटोलती रहीं सेहमी सी तेरी... Continue Reading →

The Musing Quill is 6!

Time really does fly. Six years is a long time and a short one yet, if you know what I mean. Looking back, there are hundreds of memories and few amazing friends I made along the way and there isn't one thing I would want to change about my experience. Except, I miss all those... Continue Reading →

उस रात की बात …

क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात चौखट पे बैठे अतीत की चादर में लिपटे किस कदर हम ख्वाहिशों को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात होठों को सीए खामोशियों की बाहों में सिमटे किस कदर हम अल्फ़ाज़ को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हे उस रात की बात खुद से गुफ्तगू करते... Continue Reading →

Atop the World…

I walk up the steep winding path. At last, I reach the top. The wind rushes into my face with so much fervor as if it has been waiting to reveal all its secrets, held for ages. In the middle of summer, here's winter. The clouds hanging low, so low, that it is almost impossible... Continue Reading →

The Road Never Taken…

It's a Monday like no other Monday. I am traveling to work, on the same train, through the same route, but why does it all seem different? Are all these the same people who travel with me everyday? Or are these new faces? Why do I have like a hundred eyes following me wherever I... Continue Reading →

Memoir

in the heart of the ocean tossed and forgotten hopes and secrets dreams and regrets holding decaying memoirs dancing in the warm wild waters ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #memoir on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

वो भी क्या दिन थे …

वो भी क्या दिन थे जब लालच खिलौनों से ज़्यादा एक अठन्नी की होती थी जब उस एक अठन्नी से सारे बाजार की सैर मज़े से होती थी वो भी क्या दिन थे जब माँ से ज़्यादा पड़ोस की चाची के लड्डू अच्छे लगते थे जब पापा की डॉंट से बचाने दादाजी बहाने बना दिया... Continue Reading →

Half-baked

a million summers and springs the heart was home to half-baked salacities ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #halfbaked on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

An Inchoate Flame

For the first time today, I smiled at you. Well, it was first time in the history of me that I smiled at a stranger. Now that is a revelation one seldom gets to learn of me so you should be happy. But wait, you don't even have an inkling of what I am talking.... Continue Reading →

Ale

when the night went dark and the moon turned pale draped in shy shadows we danced drunk in ale ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #ale on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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