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 →

Somewhere between…

Somewhere between sunset and moonrise, I lost you... Somewhere between sleeping and dreaming, I lost you... Somewhere between black and white, I lost you... Somewhere between heart and mind, I lost you... ~~~~~ Asha Seth

वो भी क्या दिन थे …

वो भी क्या दिन थे जब लालच खिलौनों से ज़्यादा एक अठन्नी की होती थी जब उस एक अठन्नी से सारे बाजार की सैर मज़े से होती थी वो भी क्या दिन थे जब माँ से ज़्यादा पड़ोस की चाची के लड्डू अच्छे लगते थे जब पापा की डॉंट से बचाने दादाजी बहाने बना दिया... Continue Reading →

Wings of Poetry: Book Review by Asha Seth

#MyThoughts: All lovers of poetry must read this once for it's sheer opulence of sagacious introspection woven intricately with words. Author: Meenakshi Sethi| Genre: Poetry | Pages: 284 The Blurb: This is journey of heart On wings of poetry Flying, moving, searching Through vivid patterns of life Finally connecting my words To your eyes… Let's explore together Layers... Continue Reading →

Until…

I drink from the pool of self-made abyss of the mortified bliss until I walk smeared in regrets of past leftovers of blasted makeovers until I roll in the sands of time of one many lifetimes of their forlorn rhymes until I follow the trails of sanguine morrows of deflated sorrows until I peel off... Continue Reading →

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