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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories and Books.

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Fragile

Come, sit with me under the starless sky... Tell me the secrets,  you keep hidden inside... Let me share with you a thing or two and you’ll know... You’re not the only one broken I’m damaged too... Let the insecurities ebb the... Continue Reading →

Hiraeth

I am going to die a slow death poisoned by the dreams I have nurtured  in the womb of my heart but couldn’t give birth to... ♥ Of love that I have longed for that has mournfully bred  and filled every... Continue Reading →

Pieces of You

The bedsheets ...still smell of you. The couch ...hollowed out from your lounging. The soaps in the bath ...have imprints from your touch. The glasses on the counter ...still wear your lipstick stains. The walls ...draped in your handwritten notes... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Kuch Vo Pal

Hindi poets such as Gulzar, Kabir, Harivansh Rai Bachchan, Javed Akhtar, etc. have always influenced my thoughts in poetry. Their works have always inspired me. Rarely have I come across debut works in Hindi poetry from contemporary writers. So when... Continue Reading →

Years

the rear view mirror saw the tears kept hidden for so many years ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #years on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

On Diwali…

A walk a mile filled the heart with smiles this is the only time the city shines brighter than a million sparkling stars in the deep blue night the glint from a thousand diyas devours the darkness the happy lanterns... Continue Reading →

As the poems go…

As the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. It comes down to the rain, the sunlight, the traffic, the nights and the days of the years, the faces. Leaving this will be easier than... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, I am a writer…

Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a dreamer. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just an observer. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a muser. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a craver.... Continue Reading →

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