Mornings bring back your ghosts. I don't know what to do with them just as much I don't know what to do with myself. I ask them to stand guard at the door of my mind and heart. So that... Continue Reading →
tonight let's talk in silences and stares let's weave tales that words never dared ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #tales on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth
I am currently, reading Ruskin Bond's 'Ruskin Bond's Book of Verse' in which Bond shares his love for poetry through simple yet captivating verses centred around love, childhood, nature, travel, etc. Here's one that I would never want you to... Continue Reading →
and sometimes, monochrome memories make life's polaroid colourful ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #monochrome on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth
the rear view mirror saw the tears kept hidden for so many years ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #years on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth
When the child was asked to draw his dream, the colours couldn't paint enough, the brush gave up too soon. ~~~~~ Written for the writing prompt #dream on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~... Continue Reading →
From the shores of the seas I pick up weathered shells... Perhaps, all beautiful things are broken, hurting, and bare... ~~~~~ Written for the writing prompt #broken on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here.... Continue Reading →
What wouldn't I be to have my name on her lips? Be as vain as mere puppets played at her fingertips. ~~~~~ Written for the writing prompt #vain on Instagram. If you too are on Instagram, you can find it here.... Continue Reading →
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