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 →

Would it matter?

would it matter if the rising sun was purple the sinking moon amber if what we cried were not salted tears but only plain water would it matter if meadows were black and storms mellow if elephants chirped and squirrels bellowed if lions were striped and zebras spotted if we walked backward to reach ahead would... Continue Reading →

Trade

"Maa, did the bear take away your other bangle too?" asked the little girl. "Yes, darling" nodded the mother, eyeing the pink dress hidden in the corner. This wasn't the last time when desires were traded for dreams. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #trade on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

Ramè

at every corner of every street there are leftovers of sweet memories I reach out scoop some in my palms they slip from between my fingers stare at me long a quick walk down the lane left behind rolling happily in the sands of time soon winds of past blow them all away I run... Continue Reading →

Not all’s lost…

the day rolls on without so much as sparing a thought coaxing me on forcing sighs suffocated, precipitated from battles hard fought yet lost the minutes curious as a kid refuse to take a no drag me out of my agitated reveries take my hand pull me out the door the burning sun melts down... Continue Reading →

आज भी…

यादों की जीर्ण दीवारों पर आज भी तस्वीर तेरी लगी है कुछ चंद लम्हों को संजोती आज भी निगाहों में नमी हैं रात की बेसब्र खामोशियों में आज भी सदाएं तेरी गूंजती हैं कुछ चंद लम्हों को संजोती आज भी निगाहों में नमी हैं मौसम के रंगीन चेहरों पर आज भी अक्स तेरी सजी है कुछ... Continue Reading →

एक शाम वक़्त के नाम…

कई सुबह कई शामें गुजरीं वक़्त के कदम कभी न रुके एक पल में सदियाँ बदल गयीं कई सदियाँ एक पल में सिमटे ~~~ इस पहेली में गुम यह सोचा ज़रा फुर्सत से बैठें वक़्त को मुट्ठी में थाम उससे दो बातें करें हमने कहा: "आओ, ज़रा बैठो कुछ किस्से हमें भी सुनाओ अनकहे अनसुने... Continue Reading →

The Pen’s Plight

the night grows curious as soon as she lights the lamp she moves the chair in place with a groan and a screech it obliges she picks up the pen the ink resists the flow refuses to let go a violent jerk forces it to action half-hearted, the pen gives into submission but only to... Continue Reading →

In A Disused Graveyard

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the... Continue Reading →

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