An earth with no sky…

I wanted to run and hide and then I turned and saw what was chasing me was also what was leading me that I was following it with all my heart then what was it that I didn't feel mine or was it what I was living for endlessly even beyond time I couldn't tell... Continue Reading →

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Stars

Some of us didn't look for our loved ones in the stars we kept them safe hidden in our hearts Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

एक छत के नीचे…

सुबह जब घर से निकलता उसका चेहरा दिल में लिए चलता रास्ते भर यही सोचता कब तक ऐसे चलेगा फटे पुराने चप्पल रास्तों से लड़ते इसी तरह रोज़ गुज़ारे की तलाश में दिन से रात रात से दिन करता शाम को जब घर लौटता वो बैठी रहती पैर पसारे मेरा इंतज़ार करते मुझे देख मुस्कुराती... Continue Reading →

मत कहो…

मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... जहां बारातों में हज़ारों के निवाले कूड़े दान को खिलाये जा रहे हैं पर एक पिता अपने परिवार को दो वक़्त की रोटी तक को खून बहा रहा है मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... की बंद घरों में दीवारों पे लटकी तसवीरें घंटो ऐसी का हवा... Continue Reading →

After the darkest hour…

bring me a knife let me show you  how you cut the weeds detach them from growing on your soul from pulling you down don't drown fight your way for what awaits because, my love only after the darkest hour does the morning light rip off the shroud of despair and drape the day with... Continue Reading →

कभी जो…

कभी जो नज़रें मिलीं पलकें झुका न लेना कभी जो मेरी यादों ने दस्तक दी उन्हें ठुकरा न देना उम्मीद लिए देहलीज़ पर खड़ा हूँ इस इंतज़ार में कब मेरी गली से गुज़रोगे कभी जो मेरी आवाज़ सुनो अजनबी कहकर मेरा शहर छोड़ न देना ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

The Knowing

flowers bloomed carefree looking here laughing there as the day slithered from dawn to dusk some of those flowers turned pale their end was their the next morning was not for them ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Seasons: Book Review by Asha Seth

REVIEW AVAILABLE ON: INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS | AMAZON Author: Priyam Acharya| Genre: Poetry | Pages: 178 The Blurb: Seasons is an eclectic blend of works that would engage the seeker, the thinker, the die-hard romantic, the wanderer, the dreamer, the optimist, the skeptic, the artist, the closet philosopher and of course the poetry lover – there’s something for each of these! With inspiration... Continue Reading →

Feast for the Unfortunate

it was a day unlike any other day the sun went up the garbage bins came down tumbling forth from the cleaner's grip laying its treasures bare in the street rotting fragrances filled the air out came the mutts with practiced flair days of starvation will have to be gone no more sniffing and chasing... Continue Reading →

March

March came with rare lessons learnt perhaps, its better to leave some bridges burnt Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Rebury this Soul…

walking down familiar lanes never realised they had changed withered, eroded muddied, faded trees lining street-ends had grown dustier leaves rattled by storms had grown mustier walking down familiar lanes never realized how I had changed never stopped to care even when omens lay bare as the last grains of the hour glass called for... Continue Reading →

घर

दीवारों की दरारों में छुपी ज़र्द यादें पास जाकर देखा कभी मेरा बचपन सतह पर तैरता कभी दादी का बुढ़ापा कनखियों से झाँकता खिड़कियों के पार से सन्नाटे ताकते कभी होली में रंगे माँ-बाबा की झलक तो कभी बिदाई में सजी अन्नू का अक्स खाली कमरों में गूंजते हँसी के पटाखे कभी पापा के ठहाके... Continue Reading →

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