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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

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Poetry

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 →

Let’s have tea…

Let's have tea under the shade of the mulberry under the sweet rustling of its lush leaves ♥ Let's have tea no excuses, just you and me pour me a hot cup stir the lumps to nothingness while the wind... 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 →

The Truth

If it is meant to go it will, if it is meant to stay it will, if it is meant to make you bleed you it will, if it is meant to heal you it will. The truth is whatever... Continue Reading →

What I learned in 5 years of blogging

For the past few months, I have been writing poetry, a lot. I've realized it makes me feel relaxed, unbound. My diary is full with a lot of them. Some have made it to Instagram, some just lie between its... Continue Reading →

Freedom

A little birdie golden and free enjoyed soaring into the skies and trees ♥ then one day a fowler laid a trap and the poor bird fell prey to his tricks ♥ he tied her down robbed her, abused her,... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

the peasant’s daughter  tills the land  so her father  can rest a bit longer the shoemaker’s girl scissors the fine leather as she steals glances at the butcher’s brother the grocer’s wife cuts her finger as she worries  about her... Continue Reading →

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