The Micawber

she turned time to dust and with its immortal remains draped the unfair turns canopied the unkind curves time had strewn in her path and left her homeless, hopeless she was ready now to revel in time's wreck to rise from its hell ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Indifference

it doesn’t matter  whether days fuse into nights or seas dissolve into the skies you carry on breathing the same air eating the same dust as the day you were born like the day after you die ~~~~~ Asha Seth

No Home for My Poem…

cut me open there’s no blood left to spill veins will only squirt dejected hopes rip me limb to limb only words will tumble forth stories waiting to escape will find their way out to the hearts of those who doubted disbelieved and when I am dead my parodies will sing for me because in... Continue Reading →

वो पापा ही थे …

बारिश की उन रातों में डूबे हुए नम यादों में घूँट घूँट उन घंटों को पीते थे हाँ, वो पापा ही थे सुबह की न होश न खबर सूरज की किरणों से परहेज कर खाली बोतलों में अधूरे सपनों को समेटते थे हाँ, वो पापा ही थे ख्वाहिशों की शैय्या से दूर बुने अपने बेशर्त... Continue Reading →

A Chimera

she smiled with scars dearer to her heart than her own flesh and blood her own kin and kind everything had changed but resolutions, but fate  she wore the injustice of time proudly upon her wrists never fretting never regretting everything had changed but pride, but fate the hollows of her eyes housed a million... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: If a writer stops observing…

What exists if not our observation? Sometimes, mindful, but most times, just mindless observations. Tying our stories to the places we've been, the conversations we've eavesdropped on, the queer faces we've seen, the secrets we've stepped on. That's the birth-ground to our stories. Having a natural instinct to observe the tiniest happenings around you may... Continue Reading →

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 →

Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning - sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #choice on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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 →

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

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 →

Remind me again…

Talking of past aches still not gone remind me again why memories last? Talking of memories strewn everywhere remind me again why heart’s so afraid? Talking of heart bleeding and bare remind me again why I'm left with blames? Talking of blames engulfing like flames remind me again why I took that last chance? ~~~~~... Continue Reading →

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