A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories, and Books.
and those books were not books but souls who understood me better than all the beings of the world put together ~~~~~ So, here's the thing - I intend to do a lot of poem-publishing this year. Why? Because: 1. I love writing poems 2.I found an abandoned lot of scribbles from few years back. I... Continue Reading →
Flowers bloom where the dead lie. What an irony! What a place to thrive! ~~~~~ Asha Seth
after a decade they denied recognition but their happy hounds wagged their tails at the unexpected reunion ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #reunion on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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
"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 →
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 the memories of your smiles, your stares, your touch, and everything else pretty much, don’t... 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 miss. The Love of Two Stars Two stars fell in love. Between them came... 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. ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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. ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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