सुनहरी यादें…

सूरज की लौटती किरणों के संग हताश तन्हाईयाँ वापस लौट गयीं सुनहरी यादों से लिपटी यह शाम एक बार फिर हमें ज़िंदादिल कर गयी... ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

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January

December with all its damp left me happier than January with all the sun could 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

Books

and those books were not books but souls who understood me better than all the beings of the world put together ~~~~~ So, here's the thing - I intend to do a lot of poem-publishing this year. Why? Because: 1. I love writing poems 2.I found an abandoned lot of scribbles from few years back. I... Continue Reading →

Requiem For Christmas: A Poem by Jim Milks

It is Christmas time again, The time when family and friends congregate But on the table is kept an empty plate A space that is kept bare For a mother or father that is no longer there Ribbons, bows, and other pretty things Can never replace the joy that a person brings Although they maybe... Continue Reading →

Are you ready for Christmas? – A Poem by Ernestine Northover

Are you ready for Christmas? To decorate the tree,  The sparkling baubles that shine with glee,  The shops are filled with Christmas galore,  But the people are shouting, 'We want more',  Each and every leaf, is covered in snow,  We're still waiting for Santa's Ho! Ho! Ho!   The Christmas lights, light up the street,  Presents... Continue Reading →

Christmas in India: A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born. Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway! Oh the... Continue Reading →

Irony

Flowers bloom where the dead lie. What an irony! What a place to thrive! ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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

Existence

What I see, is perhaps,  what my mind wants me to see. What I feel, is perhaps, what my heart wants me to feel. What I say, is perhaps, what my words want me to say. What I do, is perhaps, what my conscience wants me to. Am I a mere puppet  of the elements... Continue Reading →

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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