Nothingness

Exhaled her from his life he did, slowly, with every puff of smoke he released, and with it watched her face away into nothingness Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Remains

never saw a day through the eyes of glory but when dusk came I cried for it, nonetheless what was it that pinched the heart so when everything seemed merry why did it feel awry? the lakes felt a bit too full yet couldn't quench my thirst and till date, till this minute what is... Continue Reading →

Pretentious

and at times I wondered, if those pretentious words were a better company or the penetrating silence? Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

It is an illusion…

but it is an illusion to want to have that what may never live you'll forever find what was never there if you continue to look you might just see why you never had it but it is an illusion to want to have that what may never live walk ahead but look down that... Continue Reading →

It’d be you…

Through nights and days, The only thing I’d dreamt of Was picture-prefect memories And a place to hold it all When evenfall came I looked about me Found only emptiness on faces bizarre It didn’t come to me Not at first, But the one thing I wanted was Slowly turning rare Far and wide The... 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 →

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

Nomad

she eclipsed his nomad soul from the storms of  self despair Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth      

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